However, they are physically chained together and every time one pulls away from the pack in a race, it pulls it's own limbs off, rendering it useless. With a heavy heart and tears in your eyes, you are forced to take one insect after another behind the shed and put them out of their misery with a really tiny shotgun.
After the 18th one has to be "retired", you sink your woes in alcohol, when your last remaining insect, limpy, crawls onto the rim of the glass and looks at you imploringly.
Your final insect, one you swore would never race due to it's incapacity. You decide to give it a chance. You enter it into a big national insect race. The odds are against Limpy, yet you pour the last of your money on him. He must win. Fate cannot have it any other way.
The race begins, Limpy is trailing behind. He tries valiantly but is failing. He glances at you, sees the hope fading in your eyes, and gives it one last push. He gains on the pack, overtakes several crickets and a daddy-long-legs. Victory is in his grasp. Just one last garden spider to overtake. The spider trips over one of his own legs, the field is clear for Limpy to take the win.
He does it. Limpy crosses the finishing line in first. The money is yours, Limpy has proven his worth despite great disability. You pick limpy up in your hands, and raise him to the sky, to show the assembled crown the victor. Alas, you push him too close to the lighting, and he is fried to death in an instant.
You look long and hard at his crispy corpse, tears dropping on your outstretched palm. Suddenly, Limpy twitches. Is he still alive despite his greivous injuries? No, it's the wind. Suddenly a bird drops from the sky and snatches the fried bod away and eats it.
You go home with your winnings, but now life is empty. You try to breed replacement Limpys by selective breeding then crippling them, but no other insects compare.
One night, you decide to end it all. Your emotions cannot be controlled. You step out of the window and plummet 3 foot to the garden below, where you sob for a few hours.
I wish my brain worked properly.