A friend's Uncle was a taxidermist. He stuffed the first thing my buddy ever shot hunting, a rather puny grey squirrel. He mounted on a branch on a wooden pedestal with it's right paw extended up, topped off by an acorn in it's teeth.
It stayed that way for a couple of years, until the acorn fell out. He decided he liked it better that way, dubbed it "Attack Squirrel", and "Attack Squirrel" it remained. Without that acorn that squirrel went from something we gave him a hard time about to looking pretty badass for a squirrel.
I wonder what happened to that squirrel?