When I was a small child being raised by my hillbilly family, they fed me squirrel brains. I didn't know any fucking better, I thought it was great. I used to ask for the little skulls and play with them perched on my fingers like a macabre little dead-squirrel finger-puppet. Just lately I read that they're now finding a wild-game strain of Mad Cow in squirrels and deer brains...if my brain ends up a big puddle of mush between my ears, you'll know what happened to me.
