Or how about mince pies cut from children's thighs? Wetherspoons certainly seems to attract it's fair share of the noisy little vermin, I'm sure a few could be quietly culled without anyone noticing, or it upsetting the balance of things overmuch.

As an aside, it suddenly strikes me that The Village represents a kind of repository for All Things Made and Unmade, All Things of Goo's Creation, Below Above, Beneath or in the Crevices, just so long as The Word 'local' is applied as a prefix, it makes it SO.

Past my bedtime...