|zee cacti, they can bite|
I recently pulled a cactus thorn from Stealth's well-padded behind, and was fondly reminded of our visit last Thanksgiving to the Sonora Outdoor Desert Museum. If you've never been there, the museum is located outside Tucson, Arizona. This time of year it would be wretchedly hot, but in November we enjoyed temperatures of about eighty . . . sixty degrees warmer than November at the foot of the Tetons.
We carted Stealth around, viewing snakes and mountain goats and a lone coyote and the beautiful dessert landscape. And though he's not always a fan of the great outdoors, I find that Stealth's inspiration intensifies after a day in the grueling sun. Or in this case, a day spent among the cacti. After complaining about his honor and saving face and the general state of his dignity, Stealth settled on a prickly branch, hardly feeling a thing. He perused the world, and said:
"Zee pain, she makes pleasure that much more dear."