We live on the ragged edge of Wa'ahila Gulch, home to a healthy and boisterous population of feral pigs. Nectar accumulates within the recesses of the gulch's agave plants and ferments, and the pigs get drunk on the fermented nectar. Somehow the pigs got their filthy cloven hooves on a boom box, and last night the drunken bastards were blasting Nickelback just outside our house in the wee hours of the morning. I'm too sleep-deprived to devise a coherent retaliation strategy, but I know I'll have to start by locating their sources of batteries and Nickelback. I'm also interested in how they transport the boom box. Did they get drunk enough to invent a sled?



Feral Pigs



Nickelback