He was so scared he tells me!
My brother went for a run in Nice, France the other day near the woods area.
As he was minding his own business running, all of a sudden a wild boar came chasing him.
My brother was on one side of the road, the wild boar on the other.
My brother froze in fear, he says the wild boar was the size of a motorbike.
As he tells me the story, I am laughing so much because, of course to be able to tell me the story, he survived the wild boar but I was interested to know how.
Paralysed with fear, he looked at the Wild Boar and for some reason screamed really loudly at it. The wild boar stopped in its tracks and looked at my brother with its narrow eyes, my brother slowly picked a rock that even he struggled to carry, to perhaps attempt to defend himself, carefully stepping backwards. The Wild Boar carried on staring at my brother and then decided to carry on walking. So my brother was safe fortunately.
As he told me the story and I asked why did he scream at the wild boar, he says I don’t know, I just had a split second to think and running was no longer an option because the wild boar would have quickly caught up with him. But it did the trick thankfully.
After the wild boar started to walk on, he saw 2 little wild boars following so he thinks mummy wild boar must have heard him run past and charged for him being scared for her little ones.
So after going through the ‘you should have taken your phone with you’ ‘you should always tell someone where you’re off to’ from my mum, my brother is safe which is the main thing but more to the point why are Wild Boars in the city of Nice?! I wonder what it looked like, though I don’t think taking a picture was on my brother’s mind…
Only because he is safe and well, that story is still making me laugh days on
Geraldine @ Papillon