One of the worst but funny stories my Grandma tells, because we tease my Uncle about it now is, when he was 2 or 3 he got into the baby chicks and was "checking them out". What my Grandma saw from the kitchen window was my Uncle picking one chick up at a time and twisting their little necks around till their little eyes would buldge out. Then he would set it down, after it didn't move anymore, and pick up the next chick and do the same thing. My Uncle clames he didn't relize he was killing the little things he just remembers it was very interesting that their eyes would pop out when he did this. He got in a lot of trouble from my Grandma. The funny part is this is my Uncle who is now a preacher. After his daughters learned of this childhood story they really like to give him a hard time about it.
