I went to one of my favorite restaurants and had frog legs. When I got home I couldn’t look my girl Sia in the eyes or get too close to her home for fear she’s smell one of her cousins on me. I eat fish by the aquariums all the time knowing full well they can see a relative sprawled out on my plate.
I hate it when people joke about eating my frogs. Eat a frog if you want, heck I do, just don’t eat mine. 
The two little rascals I got recently are now big enough to go in the tank with Sia which means she’s no longer lounging alone.
Oh, and, yes, I named my frog after the singer Sia Furler. Currently the babies don’t have names.
fma
lol!
when i was a young adult married to my first husband we lived in the country and had pigs, cows, chickens, etc…
i loved them! hubby was a truck driver and a drunk, so basically pretty useless around the home… taking care of the animals became my gig…
i fed them, watered them, cleaned pens… and the big mistake… i named them…
one day a big truck came and got them all and took them to the slaughter house! oh my! i was soooo upset!
i never ate any of the meat that came from any of those animals…
It’s hard to care for them then see them slaughtered but oh how easy it is to forget them when chowing down.