This is how Jonny described it:
"I was driving near Grandma's house, and some guy was walking down the road carrying a giant pig's head. Then I saw my mother walking about 10 feet behind the man with the pig's head. So I turned around."
The "pig" is in fact, a wild boar. And it has been mounted to a wall. And it has been named Harvey. And it was purchased for $20 at--I kid you not--at a taxidermist's yard sale. (I'm sorry, but I seriously want to write a book called A Taxidermist's Yard Sale.)
A buddy of mine made an excellent point upon hearing that taxidermists have yard sales by saying, "Sure, you have to get rid of the product. Taxidermists are kind of like car salesmen in that respect. You can't stack 'em."
It was such a valid argument that I almost thought it made everything OK. But then I decided, nope. It's still effing weird.
Apparently my uncle wanted to buy a falcon too, but my aunt said she wouldn't help him carry it home, so he didn't.
If you've never seen a wild boar head in person, it is INCREDIBLY scary. Honestly. I have a picture of Harvey but I don't actually want it on my blog so you'll just have to take my word for it. However, this was my sister's face after seeing it for the first time, if that gives you any indication of how creepy it is.