Oh, I was permanently scarred by having pigs as a child. What my parents were thinking by having me
there when the farm-kill people came out to-- er-- uhh, make sausage-- I can't fathom, knowing how sensitive and empathetic toward animals I am and was even then. I was seven, and I have
never forgotten the screaming of the pigs at the intrusion by someone unfamiliar.
It was awful. It is a terrible thing that pigs are
so tasty. <-- yes, this is me, being paradoxical and idiosyncratic in my worldview-- don't judge me.
I'm sorry, HK. I had no idea you had grown up on a farm with pigs...I was just poking fun at you.
Dang it, I'm sorry, HK.
Our son doesn't see our cattle being taken for slaughter. He couldn't handle that.
A couple of days ago, we had a steer "processed" on our property. DS only knew we were having a cow made into meat. I NEVER would have allowed him to see this done at his age.
Anyway...I hope you didn't take my "funning" seriously.
