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.