I have an uncle who says he won’t eat chickens to this day. He went out to the outhouse at his grandparents to drop a deuce and the chickens were underneath the privy eating bugs off of the effluent.
Someone asked a friend of mine if he liked pig’s feet. He said “No...I’ve seen where they walk.”
I had a roommate in the AF that was. We were in the chow hall, and he sat down with a side of black olives from the salad bar. I said “I see you’re having the ‘rabbit roundies’.” He pushed his tray away and lit a cigarette.