So I’m sitting here, scanning the forums and checking my e-mail, when I hear the kitchen door slam and Stephen yells, “There’s wild hogs in our backyard!” 
Yes, there were four pigs digging up our yard (and rifling through our garbage). No, they weren’t wild, they escaped from a pen up the street. After we drove up there to let the owner know, it took him and a friend nearly an hour to wrangle the pigs back home.
Oh the joys of rural living.
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