Her grandfather loved taking her fishing, but she never saw the point. She thought it was cruel. He never kept anything he caught, just ripped the hook out and threw the fish back; sometimes, he even left the hook in. She was horrified, thinking of those poor fish with torn lips, with metal stuck in their bodies, dealing with pain on top of basic survival. She felt it would have been more humane to kill them, put them out of their misery, eat them. Eventually, she grew to believe that eating them was wrong. Eventually, she left all animals alone.