...That'll only happen when pigs fly!
Well, swine flu.

So we made a pig-like kite with a surgical mask and attempted to fly it around.

A pink plastic bag was procured, along with some red and white fingerpaint, (resulting in our being "caught red-handed!" harharhar...), blue tape stolen from the wall, some of a floormate's string, a roommate's discarded cup of noodles cup.

As it turns out, "when pigs fly" is a pretty solid saying, because pigs don't fly, just flounder in the lack of a one-o'clock-in-the-morning breeze.