I know it's actually Christmas season, but does any one else have a problem when Easter rolls around, and you get that big chocolate bunny (or did, as a kid, any way) with the colorful foil wrapping, and then you have to eat the bunny?
I may have had a way over-active imagination for a nine year old who enjoyed reading hagiographies of martyred Catholic saints, but it always felt like I was committing a torture-murder. It would take me months to eat the chocolate bunny rabbit, mostly because of the extreme guilt. I'd finally start with the ears, but I had a real problem eating the head with the little rabbity face etched on it.
To this day, I even have a problem eating candy shaped like little animals, because I'm killing the candy animals.
On the other hand, completely wacked hypocrite that I am, I eat defenseless dead, cooked cow and chicken all the time. Maybe someone should form my hamburger into a cute little baby calf, so I would never eat meat again.
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