Once dad taught me how to trap the sparrows that visit our backyard with a trail of grains and a shoe box. There were abundant of grains and a couple of shoe boxes always lying around in the house. He told the same trick could catch squirrels too if we use grapes or nuts. We were never short of them too. I once bought a parrot. Brought it home and opened the cage and set it free. Then my mom told me how their wings were clipped as soon as they were caught. I don’t remember what happened to that parrot after that. The memories are vague. Once when we had mice trouble in our house and the shop didn’t have the box trap in stock. So we had to get a clip one. And one evening a mouse, too stupid to crave for a piece of dried fish, got clipped in it. Being the man of the house at that moment, I took the trap to the backyard and tried to strangle it. Hardly. It escaped. No, I let it go. Once some random person was showing off his jewel beetle, swinging it around tied to a string. I hated that person. I never thought about a reason. I tied a string to the tail of a dragonfly once. I cut off the string a little while after I flew it like a kite. My neighbours had brought few fishes from their farm which were still alive and jumped all over the floor. It took an awful lot of time to catch hold of them. Never had the stomach eat it later that night. I never bought a dog because it had to be on a leash. I had pelted a dog once. Only once. Intentionally. I was sad the rest of the day. I didn’t think about it that much then. If I had to, I don’t take dogs for a walk. I take them for a run. I like catching butterflies by their wings. But I let them go. Except for this once when I put one in my notebook and closed it. I let it die. I love catching millepedes. I like it when they crawl on my skin after taking some time to uncoil itself. I prefer the red spotted one. The yellow spotted has a kind of camphor smell to it. I had killed a lot of roaches and other bugs out of pure despise. I hate mosquitoes. I have killed a huge number of ants, though I’m very much in fond of them. I have even eaten quite a lot of ants when it’s too much work to separate them from the sweets. I love chicken. I had watched a lot of chickens beheaded for me to consume. Even goats. I had seen one being skinned fresh too. I have had countless marine beings. I cook them all as well. Rather really well. I’m not going to stop eating them. But why did I write all this you wonder, in case. Well, It was all because of the one dragonfly that once I tied a string to. Today I felt like one, being tied to a string. Not rather like a dog on a leash. Though similar. And I wondered who would have tied that string and holding me captive. It took me sometime, to realise, as I struggled to pull away from the string, that I was carrying the other end.