Well, now I will!
If you are Hav-A-Hart trapping raccoons, they are excellent bait. Better than sardines/etc because you don’t catch cats.
Heh. One year we happened to visit the US during Easter and so brought back a bunch of Easter candy just to show the wife’s family, who had never seen any. It all went over well except the Peeps, which everyone though creepy as all get-out and no one would touch.
But I like 'em myself. 
Peeps Research including the medical miracle of separating the cojoined quintuplets. What’s not to love? I don’t eat them though.
Yep, Peep Jousting. That’s what I came in here to say. Peeps are entertainment, not food.
I love them fresh. I can just barely take them stale. My grandpa loves them stale and will buy them and let them sit until they get stale before eating.
Peeps are just OK to me, I’m in the “meh” crowd, but I have to know what the microwave people are talking about!
I’ve never understood the attraction. Gummi this or that, either.
I would have chosen “Hate the vile things… but better stale than fresh” if it had been available. I don’t care for marshmallows, except in S’Mores or hot chocolate.
I like stale Oreos too.
And Circus Peanuts. Fresh, not stale. Though they never hung around long enough to get stale to try.
Not that I can eat them anymore, since I’m diabetic from years of eating stale Oreos and fresh Circus Peanuts. Among other things I dearly miss now.
Peeps are an abomination. Chocolate Peeps which I gather are a new thing, are an abomination wrapped in a horror.
Also, videos on YouTube, but those are less fun to watch than doing it yourself.
As this is a timely thread, it’s not hard to do if you have some Peeps handy!
That applies to many videos on the Net, but especially the ones they won’t allow on YouTube.
Those marshmallow filled chocolate santas have been around for decades.
I tried to toast a Peep once over my backyard grill. The whole thing kind of melted and fell off the stick, and I still have a scar from where the mess of melty sugar and Peep guts landed on my hand. It wasn’t pleasant.
However, the waxy little eyes melt and run in a disturbingly fascinating way.
Now we’re talking! 
Peeps–in fact, all marshmallows–are pure ick. I like my sugar and all, but I can FEEL the diabetes coming on whenever I bite into one. And covering them in chocolate is like covering shit in chocolate–it may have a tasty outside, but on the inside, it’s still shit.