Once upon a time I came home from elementary to my great grandmother (born during the Great depression), I smelled something delicious, I put my bagged down and quickly rushed to the kitchen like the little fat ass I was just to look in the oven to see-
A squirrel. A full fat roasted squirrel in the oven. 
"They're eating the cats they're eating the dogs" and yes, the squirrels are getting eaten too.

#BlessAmerica

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 my father says I used to call it "squirrel chicken"