I don't like bullies, but I was never one to really enjoy violence, either. So I had other ways of getting revenge. And adding poison ivy, and poison oak, juices to the inside of pant legs, knowing it would be fully dry before the jocks got back from practice, or those b-word preppy cheerleaders got back, those were the ones that primarily bullied me. It didn't kill them, just itched and irritated the hell out of them. And there were no cameras back then for me to get caught. May be petty, sure, but you'd be surprised at how long they'd leave you alone when they were dealing with major itches.