When in Montana I got a box of "ROADKILL HELPER" from a truckstop while gassing Grandma's car. I had to hide it from her, lest she think I was either sick, or starving. It made a great gift for the lady sitting my cat (who used to do taxidermy, and has boxes of bones scattered about.. many of her subjects were scraped off roads). The cover was a hoot to read. I remember a recipe for RATatouille... Carolly