Willravel

I went fishing once at Lodi Lake (a man made lake off of the Mokelumne River in Northeren California) . I caught a 12' bass within maybe 2 minutes of casting my line. It was absolutely delicious, but I felt like crap afterwards about it. I don't think it was wrong per se, as all the meat I ever eat is from some animal, but I felt like crap doing it myself. Is it fair I should expect other people to kill my meat for me? Probably not. I just don't have the ability to seperate myself from making the connection between maet and animal when I do it myself. I've never been cruel to anyone or anything besides that in my life. I will escort flies and spiders from my home, and I make sure it is to a place around my house where they will thrive (flies go to the mulch pile and spider usually go into a bush).

Edit: Oh, God, forgot about lobster....that makes me guilty of genocide. I've cooked (from a live state, to the freezer for a bit, then right into the water) probably dozens to hundreds in my lifetime. Why is that so easy? Is it because I've been doing it since before morality about life and taking of life was in my head?