Ghost
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Ok, I admit the is a strange quirky thing with me and I may be the only person to do this.
I have a weird thing where after I've eaten an animal that I've seen alive, I can't seam to just put the bones in the trash. For me, it seems weird and disrespectful to put the bones in the trash. Which I myself do find odd, after all, if I eat a piece of store bought chicken, I just toss out the bones along with the package it came in. But, for some reason when I ate my neighbor's chicken and I knew who I was eating, I just couldn't bring myself to put in the trash. So far I have I have found this to also be the case with the rabbits I once raised with my neighbor (a decade ago) and the two guinea pigs I ate recently
So you may ask, "If I did not put them in the trash, what did I do with them?". Mostly, I leave the bones outside for scavengers. You might get onto me for contributing to skunk/raccoon problems, but I left them near property lines or near parks and road side stops far away from chicken coups and places where people raise small animals. Somehow in my mind, it is easier because the bones get recycled into the ecosystem.
I suppose that I have the ability to take such elaborated measure because of how rare it is for me to eat home grown meat. When I lived next to Cindy and Tom, I eat meat from seven creatures I've seen alive and since then it has only been the two guinea pigs.
So am I weird? What do you think?
I have a weird thing where after I've eaten an animal that I've seen alive, I can't seam to just put the bones in the trash. For me, it seems weird and disrespectful to put the bones in the trash. Which I myself do find odd, after all, if I eat a piece of store bought chicken, I just toss out the bones along with the package it came in. But, for some reason when I ate my neighbor's chicken and I knew who I was eating, I just couldn't bring myself to put in the trash. So far I have I have found this to also be the case with the rabbits I once raised with my neighbor (a decade ago) and the two guinea pigs I ate recently
So you may ask, "If I did not put them in the trash, what did I do with them?". Mostly, I leave the bones outside for scavengers. You might get onto me for contributing to skunk/raccoon problems, but I left them near property lines or near parks and road side stops far away from chicken coups and places where people raise small animals. Somehow in my mind, it is easier because the bones get recycled into the ecosystem.
I suppose that I have the ability to take such elaborated measure because of how rare it is for me to eat home grown meat. When I lived next to Cindy and Tom, I eat meat from seven creatures I've seen alive and since then it has only been the two guinea pigs.
So am I weird? What do you think?