Our inner city school visited a farm. During the bit where we had to wander around and put answers in a worksheet a pig poked his snout at my pocket. I gave in and let him eat my sausage sandwich. I still feel guilty at being an accessory to cannibalism.
@fesshole My wife's parents owned a restaurant. Leftovers (incl. meat) were fed to the pigs destined to become cutlets someday. The circle of life ...