I remember George telling me when he was a kid that squirrel and rabbit were often all they had to eat (George's dad died at 41, leaving his mum with four kids under 11 to raise, as well as run a farm. Life was tough.) When I visited the farm there was usually a pack or two of skwerl in the freezer. I cooked a stew with it once, and it was pretty good.

I am a meat hypocrite. If it doesn't look like a cute, fwuffy widdle skwerl I'll happily eat it. But I couldn't kill or skin an animal myself.

As I often say, my grandparents ate squirrel so I wouldn't have to.