If I ever uncover a 8 foot, 800 pound hog in Georgia, my last thought would be the scientific consequence. My first thought – why am I in Georgia? My second – what the hell am I doing with an exhumed pig the size of a Cadillac? And this is why I write. A missed shower has nothing on the stench of a dead hog.

As the legend of Hogzilla spread, and towns held festivals themed after the creature, documentary specialists saw opportunity. Capturing the beast on film might intrique many directors. But to a serious auteur, documenting a living freakshow is just too easy. The manly challenge – film six months after the animal dies. Biohazard suits, shovels, a taste for rotting carcass and a video camera – these are the tools that separate professional filmmaker from rubberneckers with camera phones.

According to Nancy Donnelly a producer of a documentary about the hog, “He was an impressive beast. He was definitely a freak of nature.” Hogzilla might not be the only freak of nature around here, Nancy.

Somewhere, somehow, some producer has plans for a Hogzilla: A Rotting Life reality TV show.