I was at one of the pet stores in my area buying crickets the other day. An older lady was wondering around with a small child in the same area where I was carrying around a lovely bag of crickets. She asked me what they were for, and I told her I was planning on covering them in chocolate as a treat for myself (of course that's the first smarta@# thing to come out of my mouth). Then I explained to her that my wife and I have a couple of bearded dragons and these were part of the diet of such an animal. She had the proper thought processes to ask me if I ever feel guilty putting live creatures in a position where I know they're just gonna be eaten, and die. I then politely explained to her that, in fact, I feel absolutely no guilt whatsoever. Of course I felt the need to further my explanation by politely telling this gentle old lady that in order for something to live there is some other living creature(s) that must die. All kinda of things die. All kinds of things thrive off of the death of others. It simply is the order of life on this orb we all strole around on. Even that grass Wade loves so much must thrive off the death of other organisms. Things die, and other things live, just to die, so something else can live, and then something else dies, etc ad naseum.
Lovely thread, I think.
Leim