Sunshine got himself a dead feral pig last night! This is good news on more than the obvious level. Because, obviously, our grocery bill is about to go down.
However, the hidden wonderfulness in that news is that Sunshine is feeling better in spite of the treatments.
The bad news: in a few days, we will have to pull this quartered beast out of the ice chest and process it into sausage and backstrap and shit.
I hate touching raw meat.
I’ll take it, though.