The Laotians I worked with would catch rats, break their legs, break out their teeth with a nail head, and keep them alive tied up and squirming in thier shirts until dinner time. Then just before dinner, they would walk out into the jungle and come back with all kinds of green plants (the jungle was a super market to them) to eat. Next thing you know, Rats and Rice with a salad on the side. Tasted pretty good, too. We had pizza choppers, though.