That was fairly gross, and i think the kid needed a parental "heads up" that dead animals are not the best toys.
However, i do remember freakin out mom by walking into the den holding a squirrel by the tail. Unfortunately for the squirrel (fortunately for my posterior), the lil feller's heart must've given out as he was being chased around and around and around a big oak tree by 1 my dog, 2 a four year old me, 3 my partner in crime at the time. Silly tree rat never was able to jump left over the ring of Monkey grass around the tree. Mom refused to cook it for us & insisted we "release" it ASAP in a voice much higher and even louder than usual. IIRC, the dog was still laying panting on the cool front porch when i was exited from the premises. I have wondered if that was why Mom bought me that BB gun.
Dead Bears, the only good kind.