Saturday, May 9, 2009
I figured this would be an apt animal attack account considering the notoriety swine has gained lately.
I always thought I shared an affinity to pigs. My great grandfather had a massive one that I considered my own personal mini horse. Her name was Daisy and I used to ride her until she unfortunately broke her leg and was subsequently butchered by my grandfather and eaten by me.
I guess my bond was with domestic pigs only because feral ones had no use for me. I spent a month in India during my summer holidays in college and it was there I encountered some enraged ones. This will probably not be my only animal attack story that takes place in India. Animal attacks sort of color a lot of my memories there. It saddens me that none of them are on camera to share with you. You'll just have to take my word for them!
It was a sweltering evening in New Delhi and we were walking from our hotel to a Chinese restaurant to pick up take out for dinner. I enjoyed the walk, my skin color was hidden at night and I could stare at people freely without being stared at myself. I peeked at men urinating onto walls and marveled at the ways cars and motorcycles expertly dodged cows and pedestrians. Along the way, I happened to notice a gang of wild pigs gorging on garbage.
In my excitement of seeing so many huge beasts in front of me, I impulsively ran up to them like they were celebrities and wanted their autographs. My "Hey Guys!" did not make the impression I was looking for and they angrily swarmed me and made hellish squeals. I suppose I'm using the word attack loosely in this tale, but my terror was real and the insane wrath in their eyes was genuine as well.
I walked briskly away and was scolded for my thoughtless enthusiasm for the swine. Some risks, like filthy and uncouth demon pigs are not worth it. I stuck to spying on pissing dudes for the rest of the journey.
Posted by Jessica at 6:23 AM