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My left foot...on top of my rat's head. He jumped around squealing and bleeding. I screamed, "I'm sorry," about 30 times. I picked him up in a pair of underwear. I put him in a sack, found a piece of two by four wood, took him outside and laid it on its side, and stepped all over the sack. I felt his bones and guts crush. It took about two minutes to put him out of his misery and then I went into misery the rest of the night. I obviously didn't love him enough, as I do now. I went back into the bedroom and observed the blood stains and the spider. I screamed, "Fuck you," to him and thought about killing him, but left him there to eventually crawl across my face as I lie awake all night.