So we went to my parent's house on Saturday afternoon and my brother informs us that he has an Easter gift for the kids down at the barn.
That's right it's a ferrel hog! Seriously?!
He's a strange uncle and not the best gift giver when it comes to small children. Although they love it. They love their dang wild hog. He said he accidentally caught the 1 month old baby in his raccoon trap and instead of letting it go he brought it to my parent's house for the kids to gentle down and keep as a pet. Ummmm NO!
My brother showed us this clip of Squeaky the cow herding hog to convince us this thing would be tame in 3 weeks. Right now when you go in the stall with it and bend down to let sniff your hand it charges you, actually me. It charged me. I know it's small, but I'm sure it has razor sharp teeth and tear into my ankles pretty good.
Here's what we did the rest of the day.
Hunted for frogs with my dad and drove their tractors.
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