Later, having read enough and become temporarily too smart, I grabbed my shoe and found Mr. Stinky under it, on his back. MR. STINKY! WHAT HAVE I DONE? I flipped him over, but he resisted and flung himself onto his back again. Okay, Mr. Stinky, this behavior might be okay in the checkout at K-Mart, but we're in the desert now. I'm not buying you Skittles again.
Finally I got him righted, and he stuck his butt in the air. What are you doing, Mr. ... OH! Once all that stink was on the outside of him, he marched away and didn't give me a second look.
Now, you tell me your funniest Pinacate beetle story.
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It's time to move, and we scouted out some sweet piney-wood sites a little norther and a lot higher than we are here. We found a perfect spot, but it was near a tank (water hole) that appears to be permanent. With elk prints all around it. It's not that we mind elk, but apparently a Duck parked that close might inhibit the kind of thorough hydration that piney-wood creatures need. I can't have elk thirst on my conscience. The watering hole is called "Ewe Tank," which sounds like a booth at the State Fair.
This area is still below freezing at night, and we don't like to be. We'll stay low for another couple of weeks.