The poor daddy pig! This is like one of those stories you hear about how one spouse sways the children against the other...only it's not. It's a confusing situation.

We call those big guys palmetto bugs in these parts. They linger on the porch after dark, waiting...waiting...waiting...until at last the door opens! They run in full speed and hide under something and no human has the reflexes to stop them. Consider it an honor one of these Olympic fellows sought refuge in your shoe.