There will be no night of glamming up that compares to getting covered in muck and loving my pigs. You see, I know I don’t look “hot” or “sexy” here, and I’m fine with that. I have calloused hands and scars. I know what it is to sweat through a whole set of clothes in 110 degree weather just to change midday and do it all again. To layer up in freezing cold and lose circulation in my hands and feet. To drive hours around flooding from hurricanes to get to my farm and feed my animals. I have been called a murderer, an animal-torturer, a cruel human being, a slave master, etc. But what I am is a pig lady, a scientist, a farmer, and an animal lover through and through. You’ll never convince me otherwise. Until you’ve bled, sweat, and cried for these amazing beasts the way I have, it’s hard to understand what it is to do what I do. If you ever want to know anything about it, you are always welcome to ask. I am always here to answer.