Lobsters trapped in grocery stores make me feel extremely upset.
Once free to roam the ocean, spend time with their family, exist by their own accord. Now trapped within the glass, watching their inmates slowly be picked off one by one. Relief is sweet if in captivity. I would prefer death over capture. Freedom to die.
It sickens me. Captivity. A life of freedom get stuck in such a small space, only to entice people to eat you. Your claws clamped shut. They may never open again. Youāre packed so closely with your peers that there is barely any distinction.
Have they ever even seen the wonders of the earth? Or were they born in captivity? What makes my life any more valuable than theirs? What defines my value? Why am I not in that tank, resigned to my space?
Itās awful. It shatters my soul. I believe it is natural to eat and be eaten. You know what isnāt natural? Torturing them before you do. It isnāt right. What makes us any better than them? Why must they be stuck in captivity while I am free?
THIS. Why do humans feel the need to torture their food instead of respecting the animals who died to sustain us?




















