I think my pig gave me fleas. Actually, I'm not sure. Her name is Pasta, and although she was pen-mates with Erika, the pig we ate for the end of stage fete, Pasta ain't gonna be eaten. She's this guy in the village's pig, but she hangs out up here with us all the time.
Pigs here are free-range critters.
She's preety cool, you'd like here. It's amazing the vocabulary something that only grunts can have. Mail just doesn't seem to find it's way to us. I'm going to have everyone just mail shit to Libreville, so at least it get's somewhere, even if it sits until I come in to pick it up. In other words, I haven't heard from anyone in a long time.