I confess to torturing daddy long legs in a whole variety of ways.
I used to turn on a gas hob and then throw them through (learnt that from the Bible stories of passing children through he fire). Their legs would shrivel off but they'd survive. Alternately they'd get to spend a few minutes in the freezer after which I'd 'resurrect' then with the electric whatdyamacallit used to light the hob. I felt like God. Until my elder brother's girlfriend found out and was horribly disappointed with me. I'd had a bit of a crush on her so the insects were saved. I was also prone to burning any insect I could with a magnifying glass.
Hope there's never an insect revolution.