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the time my mom adopted a wild boar and it all went very badly, as anticipated


life on the farm is weird and has gone a long way toward preparing me for the weirdness that is adult life.

so something that you have to understand about my mom is that she loves animals. like you know that girl in your middle school that was like I FCUKIN LOVE HORSES *___*!!!! and always interrupted every conversation with some Cat Facts? that’s my mom. my mom feeds wild deer, which—as anyone who lives in the country will tell you—is a TERRIBLE IDEA, BECAUSE DEER, WHILE BEAUTIFUL, ARE ESSENTIALLY TALL RODENTS. my mother feeds geese. i shit you not, we have a pack of geese that live on our farm.

as like. pets.

when my parents went away for christmas, i stayed home to look after things, and my stepdad was like, DON’T FORGET TO FEED THE GEESE! he wrote it down. so i wouldn’t forget.

“geese are wild animals,” i said.

“THEY’LL STARVE, THOSE LITTLE ANGELS.”

“they won’t. they’re wild geese.”

“IF WE COME BACK AND ELVIS IS DEAD, SO HELP ME GOD.”

  • elvis is the goose whose all white except for a strip of black on the crown of his head.

  • get it? get it? elvis?

  • life on the farm is weird and has gone a long way toward preparing me for the weirdness that is adult life.

ANYWAY, the point of all this is that the year i lived abroad, my parents had no one in the country who could talk sense into them, saying things like, “domestic animals are for cuddling, and wild animals aren’t pets because they are wild animals,” so my mother adopted a wild boar.

here are some fun facts about wild boar:

in wild boars’ defense, i would also probably attack something that i viewed as a threat to me and mine. in my defense, this is my home?? it’s like you broke into my home and then killed me for being in it because you feel you should have the right to sit on the couch whenever, even though i don’t even know you and didn’t invite you here???

we literally had like “wild boar drills” on the farm where my mom would shout BOAR! WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU SEE A BOAR? and i would snap to attention and shout CLIMB A TREE! CLIMB A FENCE! BOARS CAN OUTRUN YOU BUT THEY CAN’T CLIMB BECAUSE OF THEIR HOOVES, A-HA!! NOT TODAY, BOAR!!

  • i have this vague but uncomfirmed memory of my mother telling me that once she was out in the paddock with some of the horses and saw a boar and got scared so she climbed a tree but then the boar didn’t go anywhere so she had to call my stepdad to come get her in the tractor.

if you’re like “why the SHIT would your mom adopt a wild boar” after reading all that, you are asking the RIGHT QUESTIONS!

the answer is: my mom’s old, retired, curmudgeonly showhorse, herb, who loves nothing and no one in this WHOLE WORLD, found a wild piglet while he was turned out one day. and when my mother went to bring him back to the barn he looked at her and said with his sad horse eyes, “this is my pig. i found it. it’s good. it’s little, and ugly, but still good.”

  • my mom: herbie, no.

  • herbie: listen lady, i carried u on my back 4 like a smooth half-decade, and you are going to deny me this??? this baby is my new best friend and i love nothing in this world except this baby.

  • my mom: ……A BABY?? YOU DIDN’T SAY IT WAS A BABY???? I AM GOING TO CARE FOR THIS BABY LIKE IT IS MY OWN CHILD. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS NOW.


“HEY GUYS!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO EAT FUCKIN EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!

they named the pig charlotte, nickname “yum yum” (we are not subtle people) because she was a fuckin’ lady. lookit that snout. lookit those eyes. she’s unimpressed by your outfit and thinks you chose the wrong perfume for the ~mood of the occasion.

charlotte slept in the stall with herbie, ate with herbie, and generally made a nuisance of herself:


"omg guys i came out to have a good time and i am feeling SO paparazzi’d right now.”


“you know what i wanna do right now?”

what?

“STRUT.”

anyway, it was all a big happy family until charlotte grew up a little and started having ~sexual urges~ and becoming territorial (wild boar live in a matriarchal society where the females are the aggressive ones because wild boars think males are garbage) and disappearing for days at a time.

then one day my mom and stepdad were cleaning stalls and charlotte decided that she’d had just about eNOUGH of being a SECOND-CLASS CITIZEN in this unjust patriarchal human society, and started charging them, so they had to hide in the stalls while she patrolled the barn. it took them like… four hours before they could escape.

  • literally nobody was surprised at this turn of events.

  • “i mean i guess we should have seen this coming,” said my stepdad.

  • “she is, after all, a wild boar,” agreed my mom.

  • “DID I SAY THE PRISONERS COULD SPEAK???” shouted Prison Guard Charlotte, snuffling and shaking her snout at them. “SEVEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR.”

the thrilling conclusion of this story is: DOMESTIC ANIMALS ARE FOR CUDDLING, AND WILD ANIMALS AREN’T PETS BECAUSE THEY ARE WILD ANIMALS.

also, GOD, MOM, CHARLOTTE IS THE NAME OF THE SPIDER NOT THE PIG.

#trueishstories #hahajokes #animalhusbandry #farmstories

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