We used to eat them when I was growing up in Florida, they were very plentiful, I got to where I could creep up on them and catch them by hand. Or, shoot them with a .22 pistol....

My mother would prepare them like you would rabbit, cut them up and stew them, roast them whole in the oven with potatoes and carrots, fry them, whatever. To me, they tasted like pork.