Skunk, Don't knock them till you have tried 'em. I am one that is truly thankful for the ole bushy tails. Growing up during WW II, that and rabbit were about the only meat that went on the table. Meat was rationed, you were only allowed so much per month, not enough to have it each meal, so we ate what we killed, and never wasted anything. I don't know how it developed, but eating kinda got to be a habit, the squirrel and dumplings for supper were always a treat, and the fried squirrel, gravy, and hot biscuits for breakfast worked wonders to keep the belly button from rubbing on the backbone.
Having spent 24 years in the military, and required to attend survival schools at several different locations around the world I learned to eat many things a lot worst than the ole bush tail. How about a little Philippine style rice and dog, or maybe a little monkey? Perhaps you could go for roasted grubs, or maybe a little snake.
Most Americans have never been exposed to the hardships of life and turn their noses up at the things that keep a large portion of the world alive. I am sure if you had walked in my shoes, you would not be so fast to comment on the delicacies some of have enjoyed.