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Boondocking in California with the Africanized bees

We saw our first not-really-a-scorpion!  He was under a rock, looking like the tiniest lobster never seen, and we saw him.  Can't wait to see my first hardly-a-rattler.

Really a lizard.  Photos courtesy of Annie.
 Desert iguana.

"I am big.  It's the pictures that got small."

 ... and then I thought lentils, but lentils take too long to cook so then I said "Marge, I'll just make a nice vegetable soup," and she says to me, "Hildy, Arlene is already making a vegetable soup;  can you make that artichoke casserole..." Eldridge, it's like you're not even walking with me!  ... so I said, "Sure, but I like to get the artichokes that are soaked in brine without the citric acid, which they have at Kroger..." Eldridge, okay, that's not funny - where did you go?

Oh good, they're expecting us.

Modern ruins.

So glad to get this out of my shoe.

This has the texture and heft of Fimo.  What are they?  Probably not rocks.

Definitely rocks.

Without me there wouldn't be any Paramount Studios.

We're close enough to a railroad track to hear faint "whoos" every now and then.  Pleasant.  If you look at this area on Google Maps, you can see the blue tint in the ground, and we can see it up close.  Lots of pale blue rocks here, and few vivid blue-green chunks I'm holding above.

AFRICANIZED BEES!!!  MAYBE!

They're definitely bees.  Goldmine bees, which are meaner than junkyard dogs.  You can't see them in this picture.  Excuse me for not getting a close-up, Norma Desmond.  Annie says "Africanized bees" to keep me out of trouble.  Candy aisle?  Africanized bees!  The deep end of the pool has Africanized bees.  Don't touch that knife! - Africanized bees.

Here are some tips about killer bees from the USDA:

• RUN away quickly. Do not stop to help others.
• Continue to RUN.
• Bees are attracted to movement.
• Do not jump into water!
• Do not flail your arms.
• Drop your baklava.  
• Keep RUNNING.
• Never stop running.
• While running and being stung, attempt to bargain with the bees, promising never to eat honey or "royal jelly," whatever that is.
• Do not mention John Belushi.

Apropos of everything.

Knock-knock.

Who's there?

That polyp we took out of your colon was really big and about to go to the dark side.



Knock-knock.

Who's there?

That stupid colonoscopy saved your cheese.  Orange you glad we didn't say 'banana'?



They took pictures for the album.  Tubulovillous adenoma, schtubulovillous adenoma.  The last time an alien that big was in me, I let it get 40 weeks old and pushed it out.  


Knock-knock.

Who's there?

Goa.

Goa who?

Goahead and get a stupid colonoscopy when you're 50.

As Heard at Our House™


[watching steamy love scene set in RV]  Ooh, they have slides!