Eating Squirrel

Last week there was a rather dramatic event that took place in my life. I ate a squirrel. Yes, the whole entire thing. I even have pictures to prove it!

This little guy showed up on our porch in a package for my dad. Aunt Maureen and Uncle Bob had sent him a package of cookies. When I saw this little critter, I knew he was made for me! :)

Here is the little fellow before his demise. He looks so happy, doesn't he. If only he knew the evil plans I had for him!! ;)

Contrary to what you might think, squirrel doesn't taste like chicken . . . it tastes like sugar cookies.