Today after biology I went to the lab to get my rat and begin dissecting him. I wasn't totally jazzed about it, of course, but I had no idea the number of times my stomach could turn without losing my lunch.
Buddy George (George because of 'Of Mice and Men', Buddy because I kept calling him Buddy...as in "I'm sorry, Buddy," when I cut off his ear. Yeah. I should name him Van Gogh.) is a good little rat. He's got all his parts in all the right places, and didn't gross me out with any irregularities.
However, once you've eviscerated a mammal (small or otherwise), chicken loses its appeal. I'm not sure about steak or hamburger, but I'm pretty sure I'll never eat chicken again. I could probably do fish. But it's going to have to be an un-chicken-like fish.
I'm really not sure what else I can say about it.
2 comments:
Ahaha... oh man. I think the only time I became squeamish in high school was when we dissected cats. Because I love cats. And my cat had some sort of tumor that left a hole in his skin. It was sad. Otherwise it included hilarious moments like, "Leah, you've got sheep fat in your hair!" etc. I DID get queasy once in awhile in human anatomy last semester when the corpses looked particularly lifelike. Otherwise I didn't mind touching them.
I think you should have named your rat Peter Pettigrew. Then it would have felt better carving him up.
Also, I've heard that rats taste like chicken, so even if you give up chicken, you can still ... oh, never mind. I need some alcohol.
Incidentally, I used to be a vegetarian, and then I made the mistake of eating ONE Wendy's Spicy Chicken sandwich. And I was lost forever ...
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