So, Monday morning when Mark was pulling the recycle bin to the curb, he noticed something odd and called me outside.
Our yard was destroyed. Like, just ripped up.
Our first thought was “Who would do this?” We started running through our minds trying to see if we’d done something to tick someone off, and when we couldn’t think of anything, we started considering other options.
A cat? No, way too much damage for a cat.
A dog? Maybe, but it’d have to be a big dog. And it doesn’t look like something a dog would do.
“You know Mark, the other night when I was driving home from the gym, remember how I almost hit an animal that looked like a big pig? And it ran across the street and joined a big group of what looked like pigs?”
“Wait… that would make sense… look at these markings…”
We noticed as we looked closer that is seemed like tusks had been digging around.
Mark left for work, and then called me a couple minutes later.
“I drove around the neighborhood, and we’re not the only ones. Several yards have been dug up, some of them way worse than ours.”
Later on I went on a walk and saw what he was talking about. It looked like a scene from a horror movie–lots of pretty yards, and then random spots that were just completely shredded.
I looked closer at the sidewalk and saw little pigs feet markings.
So, basically, we have a wild hog infestation.
WHAT. THE. BLEEP.
I would expect deer. Or even Coyotes. Or heck, wolves.
But pigs? Like, just roaming around? Ruining everyone’s lives? Really?
We looked it up and sure enough, Texas is overrun with them, and they are a common nuisance. How we have lived here missing that little fact, I have no clue.
So, yeah. There’s that.