Early spring, 2011, and for the first time since the winter after Hugo the wild hogs have come up out of the swamp. Back then there wasn't much they could tear up, now there's a lawn. And flower beds.
Of course, I've had to take steps. As the old gentleman in Frog and Peach (I don't speak French) put it; "I wrote a letter."
And nailed it to the Hunt Club door.