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On an early morning ride, I discovered the sad sight of a pregnant momma bunny having
been hit by a car with her expelled and prematurely exposed fetuses laying by her side.
* WARNING: Not for the squeamish *
Normal weekday 4:30pm traffic merging from the 51 north-bound onto the 202 west-bound in
Phoenix, Arizona, the nation's fifth most populous city. Having been born here in 1951, when the
population was 100,000, this Valley of the Sun has just gotten way too huge for your Mr.Wonderful.
One of the greatest fears of Mankind, and especially Womankind, is that, awakened from the
darkness of a dream, one goes to sit on the shadow-cloaked commode and some thing reaches up from the water to damage our most private parts. Fortunately, I easily spotted this creature floating inside my toilet
and just as easily drowned him with a precisely aimed stream of warm tequila-tinged urine. I felt much relieved.
One late evening, seeing a mysterious object hovering outside my open car window, I fired up my
pocket camera, and I was soon glad I had. Shortly, out of the blackness, a bright red laser beam stabbed
at my person. A low flying news-helicopter put an end to the abrupt attack.
Sunday morning, as I headed back into The Valley of the Sun from The Maryvale of the North (aka: Anthem), I saw
the Arizona Department of Public Safety courtesy van had stopped to help a stranded citizen. In
this case, a D.P.S. officer's vehicle had broken down. To the right of the officer walking away
from the camera, you can see a chunk of retread thrown from the wheel of a 16-wheeler. As vehicles traveling at highway speeds (in Arizona, citizens have been clocked at over 130mph) collide with these hard to see tire fragments, more than 80,000 serious accidents per year result.
Monday morning, as I headed back into The Valley of the Sun from the Maryvale of the North (aka: Anthem), I saw this Arizona Department of Public Safety Highway Patrol car performing a traffic break by stopping all traffic behind him. This is how they get disabled vehicles from the center (high speed) lane over to the shoulder.
After only three shots of tequila, your Mr.Wonderful jumped in the DeVille and swerved down to the Scottsdale
Police station on 90th Street and Via Dona to obtain his job-mandated finger-prints. I
stifled a chuckle, as the person finger-printed before me, was in a wheelchair, propelled
by his granddaughter, and on oxygen. He was there to fulfill the requirements of his
Concealed Carry Weapon permit. I was surprised that I was not fired on by three separate
Scottsdale policemen, wielding thirteen-bullet-clipped P226 SIG Sauer's, for setting my Cannon SD200 camera on ten-second delay, and snapping this photo.
Imagine this ladies: eight legs to shave. It's been awhile since I've posted a photo
of a tarantula on these pages, so here she is. This particular lady was just a little
bit bigger than a DVD disc. Harmless to humans (and uncomparable on the piano) they
feed on miniature mammals and the largest of insects.
Sunday morning, while driving in from north of Phoenix, even though the sun hadn't been above the horizon
for more than two and one-half hours, I noticed the temperature was already
climbing at a prodigious rate.
While perusing a mansion in my care, I discovered this little critter. While most pink-skinned
desert dwellers would either crush or poison-spray this petite fellow to death, your Mr.Wonderful
gingerly picked up the tiny terror and dropped him outside to work on his tan, in Monday morning's
already 103F degree heat.
Apparently a visitor to the National Bank of Arizona (on Pima Road near Thompson Peak
Parkway) forgot his ATM card. But he did bring his forklift, which he apparently used
to remove the entire ATM machine. The bank claimed there was a minimal amount of cash
inside the device, however your Mr.Wonderful has seen similar ATMs loaded with meter-high
stacks of twenties.
After months of attempting to catch the official Anthem, Arizona Mascot in the open,
I did manage to corner one eating a kangaroo rat in the gutter. This little gal
was about the size of a kitten and quite unconcerned that I was snapping multiple
flash photos of her.