One day one of my violin students and I discovered that we both love farming and now we always have interesting farming-related discussions as he's getting his violin out of the case. Beekeeping, turkeys, hazelnut bushes...I often wish that Portland had a 4H club. It's really what he needs.
After school break he has offered to bring me some [dead, and I hope, cleaned... probably, since he knows my ridiculous non-mouser story] squirrel for me to try. Apparently the red squirrels are no good for eating, but the gray squirrels are "delicious". I am a tad nervous about this.