You've got it right!
My mother wouldn't allow any game into her kitchen unless it looked like it came from the store!
Not that she (nor my sisters) couldn't handle the chore herself, but it was part of the process of turning me into a man!
I had to go a bit futher in the process and cut them up into pieces for Mom, she thought they looked to much like human babies with no fur on them when they were whole. Go figure.