The Squirrel

One of my colleagues at work is a hunterman.  Today I asked him if he ever ate squirrel.  Come to find out, he's eaten squirrel a ton of times.  He fries it up.  He says it's really good.  Last night he shot 19 doves, and then he breasted them, wrapped bacon around the meat and made kabobs out of them.  I've eaten neither squirrel nor dove.  I don't eat animals, but I have a certain admiration for Hunterman's get up and go.  When he saw me heating up my lean cuisine in the microwave, he looked concerned.  "That stuff'll kill ya, Doc."  True, I thought, but at least I don't have to kill it.  It's conveniently waiting on the other side of that 5 minute nuking.