When I was a kid, a crazy old man up the street had rescued a family of flying squirrels and had them living on his screen porch. Well one day I was walking by looking at the squirrels play and the old man says come on in and pet one. That was a mistake for a kid with no shirt on, about three of those little bastards ran up my legs across my back and belly. Holy shit I couldn't get out fast enough, hell i looked worse than tar baby in the bier patch.
Ohh I like mine fried in bacon grease, but Crisco will work just fine for me. Corn mill, salt, pepper, lemon pepper, Milwaukee Best..... yummy.