The snowman's nose

Over the years, I've irritated a fair number of people.
I'd write an innocent little story about something and the readers would attack. I hadn't done my research, I never knew a thing about the subject. Had I gone to journalism college? Did I have noodles for grey matter?
I'd think I was doing something nice for someone and somewhere in the world it would set somebody off.
If I wrote a piece lauding the pillar of the community, I'd hear from an ex-wife or an estranged child and find out I should be punished for my efforts.
Most of the time I could understand the angst.
If I'd mispelled something, I apologized.
If I got it wrong (were you at the same show/meeting/event?) I put in a correction.
I'm big enough to take lumps.
But this is just silly.
The last two complaints I've received strike me as somewhat unwarranted.
The first came from a guy who hated my story about schoolchildren who raised money every year to buy animals from Heifer International for poor villagers in the world.
This guy wanted me to realize that eating meat is the root of all evil in the world.
If we send these poverty-stricken countries cows and sheep, they'll soon be eating them and then we're doomed.
This vegan really thought I should apologize and have the paper pull the story.
The second complaint had to do with a sweet story about a grandmother in Salt Lake who collects snowman figurines and tapestries and snowglobes.
This lady said I should know that her granddaughter nearly died after a run-in with a snowman with a carrot nose and button eyes.
Seems her grandchild pulled a ceramic snowman off the mantlepiece and the carrot nose pierced her head.
She ended up in the hospital and narrowly avoided brain damage.
Did I not realize that snowmen with carrot noses are a threat to society?
Guess I missed that one.