A YouTube on making a "squirrel melt." And a poem by Yeats:
Being out of heart with government
I took a broken root to fling
Where the proud, wayward squirrel went,
Taking delight that he would spring;
And he, with that low whinnying sound
That is like laughter, sprang again
And so to the other tree at a bound.
Nor the tame will, nor timid brain,
Nor heavy knitting of the brow,
Bred that fierce tooth and cleanly limb
And threw him up to laugh on the bough;
No government appointed him.
Who knew squirrels were libertarians? Then this reminiscence from a reader:
I had the "pleasure" of growing up in south Arkansas during the 50's. We were dirt poor and almost all our food came from a garden, some pigs and chickens, fishing and SQUIRRELS. During squirrel season at least one meal a day was composed of the succulent little beggers. Wild squirrels, as compared to the "live on your front lawn" variety, are tough as shoe leather but oh so tasty. Arguments always ensued over who got the head(s). You would crack them open and suck the brains out. A true country delicacy.