So when I was a smol child maybe about three or four, I found a ladybug ( and I was a weird fucking kid so don't be surprised at this point) and being a child, I carried it around and prolly named it jimmy or something and called it my loving pet. About five to ten minutes later, I was like, " I don't want jimmy anymore," and just dropped him on the ground and killed him. I have more stories about my childhood so be prepared