I have eaten squirrel...
...Yup, I said squirrel. It was ran over and prepared by my grandmother, who is Cherokee Indian. She does not believe in killing animals for no purpose. So, after she ran it over; she got some gloves, picked it up, stashed it in the back of her truck, brought it home, salted it, cleaned it, and cooked it.
It had the texture of beef jerky (tough and chewy), while having a taste that is similar to steak. Besides my grandmother, I was the only person in my family that ate it. Which, was kind of peculiar now that I think about it 0.o...