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OK, you asked for it... So, I live on a cattle ranch in the Oklahoma panhandle, and about 8 years ago, when I was 11 and stupid, I was taking a walk through some scrub brush next to the creek... While wearing shorts and Chacos... Suddenly I heard this weird little sqealing noise, so, like the dumbo I was, I walked over to check it out. I found a nest (litter? batch? whatever) of little feral piglets. Since Big Mama Pig was nowhere to be seen, I walked even closer to look at the cute wittle piggies, and then... They attacked. 3 of them latched onto my shins, one managed to chomp the hem of my cargo shorts, two were chawing on the straps of my Chacos, and one (the foul little cockroach) got a mouthful of my big toe... I tried to shake them off, I was running around and yelling bloody murder and hitting them with whatever I could find... And suffice it to say, I ended up back at the house with half a toe less than I started out with...