A razorback is a feral pig.
Those of you not from around here probably don’t spend a lot of time thinking about this. We locals know well, better than I certainly want to, that the razorback pig is the mascot of various University of Arkansas sports teams.
Wikipedia claims that in 2008, an estimated four million feral hogs caused around $800 million property damage. The cite for this is a New York Times article the title of which mentions “400 pounds of fury.”
Here’s a clip describing a movie apparently made in 1984: “A wild, vicious pig terrorizes the Australian outback. The first victim is a small child who is killed . . .” Don’t think I’ll be ordering that one up on Netflicks.
Goodsearch tells me a razorback is also some kind of equipment you can mount on a sniper rifle. More about this I really don’t want to know.
Can’t you just picture the computer that designs my algorithm? ::scratching its hard-drive:: “This chick likes wild pigs, leopard rugs, and rifles? Check! Stuff about safaris, on its way!”
Before dawn this morning, yet again, Bugs started making claw-launch gestures. I fended him off with my Cesar pointing thing and then, when he persisted, with indications toward the squirt-bottle (sorry Jackson). So I’m still fine over here –
– but, just so you know, in between episodes I had a dream that Bugs was a little cat-sized razorback. A feral baby-killer rifle-app.
Bugs is glued to OutTV at the moment, meditating on two little bunnies in the front yard. Here’s the attitude I don’t think is happening:
“Gosh, Mom. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
Razorback Bugs? What a scary thought!
Yeah. My world. Welcome to it.
When 2 cats about to fight puff up, the hair on the spine does stick up and make the shape of the back jagged, just like the hair on the back of the razorback that gives it its name.
Im picturing the Old Yeller movies. A hoard of wild hogs surrounds the younger brother Arlis in the show. Thats about all the pig lore I know. Didnt Old Yeller take place somewhere near your neck of the woods?
I need to find that out, Sara! Growing up, Old Yeller was one of my most favorite books of all time. I remember weeping bitter tears at the end. It felt good, in an awful sort of way. But I don’t remember the pigs at all. What a scary idea, to be surrounded by wild pigs!
It might be in the second book. It was so long ago, I can’t recall. The first one was so sad. The second one is happy. Did you have a real dream of bugs/hog? or was it a day dream?
I didn’t know there was a second (happy) book. That’s something to look forward to — I’ll try to remember looking @ library, thanks for that. The dream? All too real. I’m taking this whole Bugs experience as an opportunity to really look at how much fear I carry with me. It’s so ingrained, most times I’m not aware. Awareness is crucial, I know this. And then, beyond that, part of the message of the Incognito book is the importance of getting the inside experience out there, into the light of day, to be received and “checked” by our fellow species-mates. So I’m trying to strike the balance between truthtelling (as noted over @ your place) and consideration for those who are reading. Don’t want to make too much light of this — it’s an opportunity for companionship and healthy exposure. Don’t want to make too much heavy of this — it’s off-putting and baffling, and it merely reinforces instead of reveals.
Razorbacks are scary! A cat sized razorback is even more scary for some reason. And I think you’re right…Bugs isn’t thinking repentant thoughts!
It’s true, isn’t it! I was very afraid in my dream. Kind of like the ferocity was concentrated in a smaller package. Honestly? “Repentant” is just not a word I can imagine being associated with M. Bugs.