Showing posts with label tortoise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tortoise. Show all posts

Friday, February 24, 2012

Desert erratum

I've been calling this:

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a "brittlebush." It is not, but you already knew that. It's a creosote bush, and it smells great after it rains (it rains here). After it rained, I told Annie it smells like Tuzigoot which is not a euphemism, but is actually an Anasazi ruin that we visited in the rain three years ago when we were falling in love with Arizona.  I don't know why Tuzigoot smelled like that because creosote bushes don't grow there.  The story is better if you don't know that.

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Bees love creosote blossoms (bee not shown)

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These are brittlebush flowers.  Both yellow. You understand my confusion.
Desert tortoises use creosote scrub for doing stuff.  Living and mating, I guess.  Laying eggs.  Playing XBox.  They don't like teenage mutant ninja jokes, so save those to laugh about on your own time.  A tortoise can hold a LOT of urine in its bladder and will reabsorb water from it as necessary.  You are my hero, Tortoise!

He will also pee on you if you pick him up or scare him.  That might just seem like a minor social gaffe to snicker at behind his shell, but it means he has dropped his water reserve.  So, if you accidentally scare a tortoise (or "accidentally" pick him up, yeah right), put water down for him to replenish.  Put it down and walk away.

WALK AWAY!

But, seriously, don't pick him up even accidentally, because he can pick up diseases from you.  Think Europeans and Native Americans.  It's not pretty, and you don't want that on your conscience.

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You really don't.*

We went scouting today and found an empty (for now) campsite.  I promise not to launder 'till I see the whites of their eyes.  It had a special surprise of its own, and I'll show you later.

I am, as of today, the very proud bearer of a United States passport for the first time in my life.  I'm no longer part of that statistic.  Now I'm part of the other statistic.   Now I can go to far-flung lands like Los Algodones, Ontario, and Hawai'i.



*I don't want www.digital-desert.com on my conscience, either.  Thanks, Walter Feller, for lending me your tortoise.