More like one million ants for every one person..

Back when I lived in Quebec we had a stream and a lake by our house so we'd catch these wierd little crablike creatures that strongly resembled miniature scorpions. We would all get together (my brothers,cousins, and I) and we would stick them in a bucket and bet on which one we thought would win, it was cruel and sadistic but I was like 6 and did'nt care/understand, also-it was fun.
We used to get a magnifying glass and fry little insects and shit. We also would point the thin-spray nozzle of the hose down an ant-hill and blow em' all away. Another thing we did was walk around this big ass field behind my house, with hockey sticks; everytime we saw a bee, wasp, or hornet on a flower we would hit it with the stick. Stung many-a-time from doing that. No, the fun does'nt stop there, we would catch big ass bullfrogs, we never hurt those-just played with them for a while, same with toads, that is: until the day I learned they could giveme worts-ick!
One more thing, we'd blow up bee-nests with super-soakers. We we're a bunch of sadistic bug-killers we were, my two brothers and me I mean. Ahh the good ol' days and memories, I don't kill crap anymore though. Except me and my buddy would capture slugs and put them in 'the circle of salt' and like pretend we were like executioners and we would impale, behead, crush, burn, drown, hang, throw, bombard with rocks, basically anything that would kill them creatively. The hair-spray-can-and-lighter-torch was the favorite, did that just last summer.