Not long ago I told the harrowing story of The 90 Escaped Pigs on the Interstate. Thankfully, there’s an update and a semi-happy ending.
The following is a KATV report which has gone fairly viral.
Little Rock – An 800-pound hog that survived on its own for a week after a truck flipped while on its way to a slaughterhouse has surfaced in a swimming pool at a home near the crash site.
LeAnn Baldy, whose house is only yards from Interstate 430, said Monday she noticed her pool was suddenly overflowing and then saw the immersed pig, which was having a drink in the pool.
About 90 hogs were in the trailer when it overturned where I-430 meets I-40, and about 60 survived. Officials said they thought the last of them had been caught.
Baldy says she found a farmer to take in the pig. A spokesman for Odom’s Tennessee Pride says it can’t use the hog in its sausage products because no one knows what the hog had been eating in its week on the lam.
Reading between the lines makes the math easy. Ninety hogs in the accident, minus thirty DOA, equals 60 hogs caught by local troopers “and others” that certainly made their way to the Odom’s Tennessee Pride processing plant. I’m sure they’re in the freezer by now. Or on your breakfast plate.
Wait. Let’s make that 59 because at least one bought himself more time by laying low, drinking a little chlorine, rummaging around eating God only knows what, and in general making himself un-processable. Way to go, pool pig. I hope someone named you.
I’m no pig-hugger, but I do enjoy small justices and reprieves. This big boy appears to have both for now.
As for Ms. Baldy, she’s probably got a few new snapshots for the family album. I’d love to see one of them. Especially the picture of how they removed the 800-pound escapee from her swimming pool.
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Ahhhh, that's so cool! That's obviously a smart pig.
Pigs are smarter than most average five-year-olds, though…
I'm a pig-hugger! And a pig-eater. The two are connected.
Julia, it's a little disconcerting to imagine a smart pig with the intelligence of a kindergartener. Kids that age have an edge sometimes, and they don't have anything like 800 pounds to back it up.
Robin – Love the pigs you eat, just don't eat the pigs you love, I always say.
“Don't put that pig in your mouth; you don't know where it's been! Here, eat this pig instead. It's clean.”
There's something you don't hear every day.
Oh, Olivander. If you only knew the “There's something you don't hear everyday” that I, in fact, DO hear every day.
Not about pigs, though. Usually.
Let's make that 59 because at least one bought himself more time by laying low, drinking a little chlorine, rummaging around eating God only knows what, and in general making himself un-processable.Cohiba Lancero Way to go, pool pig. I hope someone named you.
O Henry. You sneaked that little link in there and normally I would delete you as spammy. The pool pig comment wins a spot for you, though. Smooth.