Cactuses are pokey. Little safety tip there.
I walked out to water the desert one night, relieve myself of some lemonade if you know what I’m saying. I was camped way out somewhere south of hither, east of yon, but I thought to myself, well, I’ll walk out a little further. Don’t want to start a flash flood so close to the Minnie Winnie.
It was dark. And I walked into a cactus. A low-lying variety I would later have identified as "cholla." Pronounced "choy-yuh."
Piercing your shin with a cholla is pronounced "son-of-a-[gun]…what in the [for goodness sakes]…"
The spines, I guess they’re called, have some manner of barb to their design, because they don’t pull out that easy. The skin on my leg pulled up a good half-inch before the little [buggers] let go.
Bula got into a patch and learned her lesson. Tried to bite the cholla bulb off her foot and got a snootful of barbs for her trouble. I’ve brushed prickly pear and wished I hadn’t.
The worst I’ve heard is Jesse’s uncle, who was out four-bying in a Landcruiser with the windshield down, and the rig drove over some cholla, which flew up and attached itself to his face…I don't know how that was pronounced, but I bet it was worth hearing.
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I am well acquainted with the Cholla Cactus.. I had one vault over several small buildings just to impale itself on my leg one time down in Baja. It even came in from behind. I thought a rattler bit me. That's when I learned the "Cholla Twist" or was it the "Cholla Stomp"... maybe the "Cholla Jitterbug" or maybe..........
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