Lop off the head, please!

I had eaten cuy (Guinea pig) twice prior. It has an OK flavor and a greasy texture. The times prior, the cuy was cut into pieces; so it didn't look like much of an animal--except for the claw. This time, I was the honored guest. So, everyone else got a leg or an arm, but I got the whole thing--including the head! I laughed out loud and began to dig in. I took my fork and knife and began to cut. I picked. I pushed. I tried, but I couldn't do it. Finally, I decided that I needed to cut the head off. But, having never cut the head off of anything in the past, I was a little anxious. I felt the sick feeling of a panic attack coming on. I turned my head away and laughed nervously. I took a deep breath, looked at the lady sitting across from me and said, "Could you do me a favor?"

She said, "Sure. What?"

I said, "Cut the head off and throw it away."

Everyone at the table laughed. I had heard that the head is the tastiest part, but I wasn't brave enough to try it. Apparently I wasn't alone, because when my friend cut it off, she asked everyone in the room if they wanted it and everyone declined.