Better yet, where can I find candy in the shape of a PETA activist with a tire tread on it?
There used to be 2 or 3 "Roadkill Cafes" located in New Hampshire. Everything on the menu was named for something you'd see driving around rural NH. I don't know if any are still in existence.
Until the rabies epidemic made it too risky - all the roadkill collected in New Hampshire was stored in refrigerators and auctioned off once a year. They ALWAYS sold out. Every year when the auction was held, articles would appear with recipes and stories how some "Yankee" would surprise his house guests with a delicious meal made from roadkill.
These PETA types are really hard to believe. You have to wonder what their parents were like. Of course it could just be a bad gene or chromosome. I'm just glad I don't have any in our family tree. At least not yet.