Feral pigs. Or feral swine, if you prefer.
As I began the article, I was feeling a bit envious of SF and immediately imagined feral pigs in New York City! That would be a kick, wouldn’t it?
No. Actually it wouldn’t. Although within the seriousness of San Francisco’s problem, there were some smiles:
The head of the [Park and Recreation] department, Jonathan “Ace” Katayanagi, said hikers have reported a few close calls with wild pigs, usually when off-leash dogs have chased after them. If confronted by angry hogs, people should stand on top of a car or shimmy up a tree, he recommends. “Pigs can’t climb,” he said.
Maybe I should apologize to “Ace” Katayanagi. Maybe he didn’t intend my lips to react as they did.