That reminds me of the time I was a vegetarian for two weeks. I went to my moms hometown Gudalajara, MX and went to the market. They were twisting the chickens neck and plucking the feathers. When I went to my aunts house the chickens feet were in the sink
A few days later we went somewhere and while waiting for the bus I saw man carrying a whole peel cow to the butchers. Not to mention seeing pigs heads displayed. I was a traumitized 9 yr old.
And my mom wonders why I like the OR.