I've also decided that once we move, I'm going to stop eating seafood. I've been shoving the issue to the back of my mind for months now, and once I finally decided to tackle it with a clear head, I decided I can't participate in that anymore.

Foer's Eating Animals made me realize that I, like many Americans, subconsciously distinguish sea creatures from other species simply because, as he writes, "They are divided from us by surfaces and silence." Until I read his book, I had allowed myself to think of fish almost as non-animals; they don't moo or bleat, they don't inhabit a space I pass through daily, and they don't have easily identifiable personalities. Therefore, in my mind, they were eligible for eating. However, reading his book made me realize how unfair it was so apply "edible" to one species but not another; plus, Foer opened my eyes to the massive amounts of irreversible environmental damage inflicted through fishing and fish farming. (For example, catching just one pound of wild shrimp might kill 26 pounds of other animals in the process.) When I hold my tiny occasional craving for grilled shrimp up to all that, it's just not worth it, and I don't want to do it anymore.