Actually, Walsh has long looked to animal cleanup crews. Growing up in Hillsborough, Calif. (his father, Robert, now deceased, and his mother, Beth, 48, owned a publishing business), he suggested goats to keep backyard weeds under control, "but my mom didn't think I was responsible enough to care for anything bigger than a rabbit," he recalls. When Walsh proposed the pigs last May, Webb's dean, Patrick Collins, was an easier sell. "Albert can be pretty persuasive," he says. Walsh got the town to waive a city regulation barring swine and, after installing the Three Stooges' namesakes in a new chain-link pigpen near the baseball field, began schlepping leftovers by golf cart. "They get so much," says Walsh, "they're getting really picky." What the pigs don't eat goes into a compost bin, where, mixed with pig waste, it becomes fertilizer for campus gardens. Despite his success, Walsh isn't completely satisfied. "When I told my mother," he notes, "she said, 'You still can't have a pig.' "