Today a customer and I were talking about squirrels in the attic. He said these things are no longer afraid of people because we no longer hunt them. They are taking over Tulsa. I agreed and we began talking about eating them. His wife was grossed out and started taking about how they might taste. We both looked at her shaking our heads because she was wrong about how they taste. City girl. (They are good fried with cream gravy.)
Okies like to fry stuff and put cream gravy on it.
Several days ago a customer was asking my how to keep the squirrels out of her pots. I said shoot um and fry um. She looked unamused. I then started thinking of ways to stop them and enlisted a coworker she said shoot um and eat um. I think the lady was a bit unhappy with us. Still, it smells better than moth balls, unless you leave the dead creature out there to make a point to the others.
My dad had a squirrel that waited until he gathered the pecans in a bucket and stored them in the garage, then the little guy or gal would go shopping. Great time management on the squirrels part. It would go in whenever dad left the door open and help itself. Smart squirrel.
Last Sunday I was driving my son home from church he warned me about a squirrel close to the road. I said you know we use to eat those things. He responded with "Did ya tenderize them with the car?"
To be honest I haven’t eaten a squirrel in years. Once I moved to the woods I fell in love with them because they teased the dog and I didn’t like that dog at all.
Who am I?