When I was a kid, and drank milk, I broke my arm three times. After I grew up and stopped drinking milk (like humans should) I have (knock on wood) yet to break another bone.
I'd quit posting about this though, because I wouldn't put it past PETA to start breaking the arms of milk drinkers to prove a point.
Anyway, my philosophy of Animal Treatment is pretty consistant. If it's cute, (or even so-ugly-it's cute), then love it and kiss it and squeeze it and call it George. If it's not cute, eat it. Unless it's too gross to eat of course. Then just use it to feed the cute animals.
Expressing myself EVERY day - but especially on July 22, 2002!
Last semester I took a course with a very interesting old professor. It was "Conservation Biology", and the prof was a grumpy old man who helped write the DDT and Myrex cases back in the 70s, hated politicians (esp Republicans)