One of my favourite "it happened to me in Saskatchewan" stories occured a couple summers ago.

There is a national park called Waskesiu about two hours north of Saskatoon. Parents of a buddy of ours had a cabin up there, and (when they weren't around, of course) we would go up and basically get drunk for a whole weekend at the lake (which incidentally is not an atypical Sasakatchewan experience).

One weekend, a couple friends and I arrived early in the evening to find a few people already at the cabin, including a guy that ran a local shop and two guys who were working/toking all summer in Banff, and had just driven in stoned earlier that day. We caught the three of them enjoying the results of what they termed "Project Squirrel".

The guy staying in Waskesiu happened to be fairly woodsy, and led the team in trapping three squirrels, making one apiece. As it turns out, if you skin the squirrel and kind of scrape out the inside, but leaving the neck and head intact to have sort of a squirrel version of a bear rug, you can duct tape the pelt together in such a way that it wraps around a beer bottle with the neck of the bottle sticking out of the squirrel's mouth.

This squirrel shouldn't be drinking;
it should be insulating.

The successful crew were already putting their new beer cozies to use, and the ensuing conversation was something like:

Them: "Hey, try this out! The whiskers tickle!"

Us: "Dude, this thing kinda smells . . ."

Them: "Yeah, we didn't have time to cure them or anything."

Us: "Uhhh . . . I'm going to go wash my hands now."

After this bizarre display of Red Green gone wrong, we proceeded to drink into the night. The show later involved the same guys in from Banff and our host, atomic wedgies, and force-feeding of underwear pieces from said wedgies. Which our particular crew kind of bailed for (anyone female had already cleared out based on earlier antics). But that is another story, I suppose.