I decided to take pictures of it before he cooked it. I do stuff like that.
Well, in the process of sitting on the floor taking a good long look at this really weird looking little creature while it bubbled and clicked at me and wiggled its eye stalks when I tapped on its shell, I became horribly horribly sad.
My father is cooking it right now.
I was never an ideological vegetarian. In fact, they sort of annoy me with their frequent (if not constant) ribbing about the pain and suffering of the animals and their snide remarks in the presence of meat eaters. (and no, not all ideological vegetarians are like that, I know...) I just don't eat meat because I don't like meat.
But it's going to be a good long while before I eat anything with a face again. This really got to me in some odd but definitive way.