When I was a kid I used to bring back any sort of bug or creepy crawly to my house, keep them in jars and feed them other bugs.
FYI: Holding beetles makes their mandibles open and close continously. If you are so inclined, you can then hold a fly or other inconsequential bug in your other hand and oh so slowly move it closer to the ever moving jaws of death whilst reciting monologues from any James Bond film.
Example: "...So Mr. Fly, it all comes to this, your temerity up to this point has served you well but alas it all ends here..." etc.
I'm surprised I didn't end up as a serial killer.
Another game I used to play that was more indicative of serial killer intentions was thus. I used to draw circles within circles, like an archery target, and I used to document which bug got the farthest out of the target before the pinpoint beam of light from an angled magnifying glass burnt them, and in some cases, popped them.
Not particularly wholesome I know and I offer no excuses.
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