Buddist monks say prayers each morning seeking forgiveness for any insects they kill by accidentally stepping on them.
Just saying.....
Well, actually I'm "more" than just saying...
When I was about 12 years old I went out on a weekend with another kid from the school. This was in the UK and my parents were rarely around for the weekends we were allowed to leave school.
His Dad was a big time hunter. They lived in a nice house way in the countryside next to a stream and the deck overlooked a huge field. The field was full of rabbits. They were everywhere.
The guys Dad promised we could shooot some of them with his rifle that afternoon.
After a huge lunch we sat around watching TV and this guy's Dad dozed off. We let him sleep for a while but I got really anxious that we would run out of time to shoot and have to return to school. So I insisted we wake him up.
He did and within a few minutes we were on the guys deck, rifle in hand and ready to kill stuff.
I wanted to go first, but the guys Dad said that he would shoot the first one, then we would have to wait about 15-20 minutes before any of the rabbits would reappear as the shot would scare them back into their holes.
He went prone, aimed and fired. The rabbit he hit flew about a foot in the air sort of somersaulting backwards. The other rabbits disappeared into their holes.
I figured all I had to do was wait for the requiste time and then I would get to have a go. BUT the guys Dad said "You have to go and pick it up first, before I'll let you shoot one."
No sweat thinks I. I marched out and came to the dead rabbit. I picked it up and suddenly I felt bad. Really bad.
I brought it back to the guys Dad, who then tried to hand me the rifle and a shell.
"Changed your mind?" he asked.
I just nodded and then went inside to the bathroom and cried for about 15 minutes.
I was just a kid, but since that time I have never felt the urge to kill another animal for fun.
I'm no PETA fan or anything. I understand why people hunt and why they enjoy it. It just ain't for me.