Ever since my trip to Mexico last November, when a hitchhiker had me nibble on some mysterious forest critter, I’ve taken to looking at cute little animals and trying to imagine them without their fur, and smoked and stapled to a wooden board. This one looks like a good candidate:

It’s an agouti. I still have to look up the Mayan word it. It is awfully, awfully cute.

(For the full story, see the November archives–search for “What kind of meat do they eat in _your_ village?”)