I don't really like seeing any animal suffer, unless it's a mosquito - fuck those cunts, if I hit one and I send it to the floor twitching and crippled I simply pick it up and put it on my hand and invite it to bite me and ask it what it's waiting for, then drop it in a urinal - anyway...
Outside my gaff* there's a millipede what has been half squashed and he's writhing about and being all in pain and stuff which doesn't put Scampy at ease. I was going to finish him off with a bottle but the security guard stopped me and said a load of stuff I don't understand.
He then kicked the poor thing out of the way and the millipede (affectionately known as Oliver by my fellow expat locals) was really scared but was unable to do the cumberland sausage properly on account of his condition.
So I just left it in the end, but now I can't sleep knowing that poor Oliver is trying to get back to the bushes with half his body flattened and oozing fluorescent yellow blood, it's detrimental to the progress of my mission to overcome chronic insomnia, as is cheese and dairy products.
What would you do, and why do Thai folk turn a blind eye to suffering?
* English slang for 'home'.