Levi: Look, there's a squirrel. I want to shoot it.

Me: Why? What has that squirrel done to you?

Levi: (long pause) You do not understand hunting.

I don't. That is an indisputable fact. Levi went on to inform me that he would, in fact, eat the squirrel after shooting a piece of metal through its little body and knocking it out of its leafy home. Gross. There is nothing about a squirrel that makes me think it should be consumed. In fact, when I think about the way meat is extracted from animals my stomach turns. I can't bear the thought of it. And I can't ignore it either. I can't just close my eyes and chew and pretend I don't know where it came from. But Levi doesn't have that same hang up. He wants to kill and eat. Thank goodness he has Dad and Grandpa Ranger.