When I was a kid my sisters and I would play "street salad". This game consisted of putting various rotten vegetables, yard dirt, and other gross things into a zip-lock bag, then placing the bag in the street. If your bag was the first to be hit by a car then you won: the others would have to eat a mouthful of your yuckstuff. Sometimes all the bags would get hit at once and we'd all have to put squished crap in our mouths. We thought this was fun.
On summer evenings I'd collect dozens of June beetles. My sisters hated these things; they were always getting caught in their hair, resulting in screaming and crying. I'd tie a bit of sewing thread around the neck of each June beetle. Then I'd shove sticks into the ground throughout the front yard. Each June beetle would be attached to its own stick and set into motion. In the twilight it was hard to see, but the June beetles would fly three feet off the ground in perfect circles around their stick anchors. I'd call my sisters outside to see "something neat". They'd run across the front yard to me, tangling themselves in my June beetle traps. There was panicking and flailing. Tears were shed. Afterwards, I was severely punished, but it was worth it.
If you do not resist it does not exist.
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