In just two intense days, I began building my dream log cabin deep in the wilderness—only to face an unexpected nightmare. As I laid the foundation, a grunting sound echoed through the trees. Suddenly, a pack of wild boars emerged, tusks gleaming, eyes locked on me. Trapped between my tools and the woods, I stood frozen. One charged, slashing at my boot. Heart pounding, I grabbed an axe and banged it on wood, startling them. They circled for hours before vanishing at dusk. Exhausted but alive, I realized—nature doesn’t welcome intruders easily. My cabin’s rising, but respect for the wild? That came faster.
