I don't regret eating animals, either. I love trying new animals on the dinner plate. I'll eat almost anything. Toasted mealworms, elk, kangaroo, alligator, antelope, octopus, crickets, tiny little whole roasted baby crabs (you eat them shell and all!), deer, I've had all that. There are so many meats I'd love to try....zebra, capybara, squirrel, dog, horse, guinea pig, that really-tasty sauce made out of waterbugs that certain Asian countries make, I'm always up for new taste treats (everything in my want-to-try list is on the menu in countries around the world).
I don't feel bad about it....well, not too much. I actually do feel sort of bad when I eat Octopus, because they're so intelligent, curious and personable.
I'll most likely even eat my pet chickens one day. I know that sounds cruel, but I'm really curious as to what home-grown chicken tastes like (they'll have to be made into soup, as I want to keep them long enough to get eggs). Well...not Falcon. I can't eat Falcon (my EE). She's way too awesome and acts too much like a likeable human. But Salt and Pepper (my silver and gold-laced Wyandottes), they've bitten me enough times to where I won't mind eating them in chicken soup!
OK, I guess I've said too much.