I’ll be totally honest with you all. I was having a pretty bland day. No matter what I did, I just couldn’t work up anything interesting to talk about in this here little space. Even talking to the people that inspire me the most wasn’t helping. Then this little gem came across the wire:
Huge pig sent to stud after holding woman hostage
CANBERRA (Reuters) – A pony-size pig who held an Australian woman hostage for 10 days inside her home will be removed on Wednesday to a piggery, where his bacon will be saved by a stint on stud duties, rangers said.
The 80 kg (176 pound) pig, nicknamed Bruce, kept self-confessed animal lover Caroline Hayes, 63, in her farmhouse near Uki, in northern New South Wales State, with aggressive demands to be fed, even headbutting her bedroom door at night.
“I picked up a broom and poked him out with it and he snapped it in half with his mouth,” Hayes told Australian media.
Immediately, the image of a pig in a gangster suit standing beside a window with the shades drawn popped into my brain. His gun is drawn, as he peeks outside, looking at the legions of Pig SWAT Agents (or “Wolfers” as they would be known). That image alone made me giggle.
The second thing, of course, is the use of the term “Piggery.” I don’t know what it is, and I can admit to be a little curious, but I think in the end I’m better off not knowing.
Let this be a lesson to us all. When the chips are down, and the brain is mush, funny finds a way.
It finds a way.
