On Pigs

I am actually really scared about the swine flu. You know, I get randomly petrified by odd things. I remember the year at the Outer Banks that I was particularly scared of rip tides. My father had a t-shirt with the initials D.A.R.T. on the back, and decided that it stood for Dads Against Rip Tide. I think I should buy a bunch of food and then not leave the house until it is passed.