one day in French class, I believe it was 8th grade, before I became totally anti-death, a lone fly landed on my desk... it sat there for a bit, just long enough to occupy my mind with ideas of boredom management... my 8th grade-centered mind came up with the idea to try and kill the fly using only a #2 pencil... there would only be one chance... so I drew my pencil back and swung downward lightning-quick and somehow it connected with the fly, killing it instantly... making my record of tries for killing flies with a pencil 1 for 1... since then, I haven't reattempted this feat (nor would I...), so I can say I am 100% at killing flies with pencils... this story in no way promotes the killing of harmless creatures using various utensils... in reality, it's totally against what I stand for in any form... making it just a story of youthful innocence and animal torture... = )