Well, I usually say eat nothing with eyes, but have been known to eat fish myself, so I guess I can't say that.

I am a big fan of the catch & release movement, though!

I do wish to let everyone know, though, the murderous glee I frolic in when I pull a carrot screaming, wrenched from the bosom of its mother AND the absolute horror in its scream when I

EAT IT RAW, KICKING AND SCREAMING!

. MMMMmmmmm, tasty, tasty orange and organic "roughy" (ala the fish by that name!)!

Then of course there's the lettuce, as I flay it live, peeling its layers and tearing them apart, limb by limb so to speak.

You see....we veggies aren't so innocent after all! We can be into blood and guts and gore, well figuratively speaking of course, just as much as the next hunter. And, you don't even want to hear what a band of drunken veggies can do to a forest when looking for "shrooms"!

You know how the old stories say a mandrake root will scream like a banshee when pulled from the earth? Well just imagine that a hundredfold when mushrooms get decapitated! Their bodies quiver, the stems shrivel and turn brown. Then, the severed heads squirm and bubble, striving to jump out of the heat of butter in a cast iron skillet over a red-hot campfire. They are soooo slick and tasty when they go down; besides if one wears earplugs, the unpleasant hysterics are barely discernible.

Ode to the veggies:

Deep in the darkness of the forest/ There dwells a little 'shroom/ It hides its face and cries at night/ Awaiting out its doom!/

Don't rip me from my body!/ Don't take my head to eat!/ Surely you mistake me/ For someone else's MEAT!/

A carrot tosses its ferny top/ And quivers in the loam/ It knows the clock has struck at one/ Birds hear its eerie moan!/

Don't rip me from the dirt!/ Don't take my bod to eat!/ Surely you mistake me/ For something good to eat!/

Humbly submited for your amusement (or not!).

Katlaughing