When I was a kid, I wanted to try nearly everything, so mother did barbecue a raccoon once, but said she'd never do it again because she didn't like the smell of it cooking. It actually tasted just fine. She refused to cook turtle, but did allow me to make turtle soup a couple of times. When I dressed out a crow, she refused to let me in the house with it. We used to make blackbird pie (like chicken pot pie but using blackbird breasts instead), so I figured a big black bird ought to be good, too, but never got to find out. Mother cooked squirrels, rabbits, and frog legs, but refused to cook a oppossum. And we never had an opportunity to try armadillo. However, in 1976-81 I had a fellow working for me who brought barbecued raccoon and armadillo to work to share with the rest of us. At least that's what he said it was, and it was delicious.