In my youth I did quite a lot of coarse fishing. On colder days in winter while river fishing, it was customary - through necessity or simply bravado - to keep the hook bait, usually Calliphora vomitoria larvae, warm by keeping a few in your mouth. Needless to say they're wriggly little fellas at 37.4 degrees and it's pretty usual for one or two to get loose and be swallowed during the course of a day on the bankside.
Moorhen was nice... coot, despite the physical resemblance, was vile. Squirrel, once you get past the fact it's a rat with a better PR man, is positively lovely, superior to rabbit in every way except size as four of them could be considered a snack.
All things considered and bearing in mind my cousin once worked at a factory which made the things and gleefully reported on the games of football which would take place with them in the warehouse before they were packaged and sent off for sale, I think the pork pies (since I was told tales) are probably the weirdest things I've eaten - if only for the 'why am I still eating them' factor. I gave up eating pepperami (it's a bit of an animal said the advert... that's right, it's the lips, hairy bits and the ar$es which they can't sell any other way) a loooong time ago or it'd be that.