Hogzilla, revisited

Well, it turns out that Hogzilla was a Hampshire-wild hog cross. Even snopes.com has an article about it.

Watching the episode of National Geographic Explorer made me want to gag. Thank the gods there is no such thing as Smellovision. I could imagine the smell of the deceased beast, and that was enough. They dragged out five minutes of science into an hour. By the time 7:55 rolled around, I was ready for the suppositions to end, and for them to get on with it. In fact, once the truth was revealed, it was rather anticlimactic.

Oh, and I wished they had mentioned ahead of time that the show might not be for all audiences. DD happened to be watching when a wild pig was set upon by a pack of dogs. I had to usher her out of the room. Good thing it was her bedtime anyway.