Oh, right, we live in the desert

In the past couple days:

• An Africanized /k/i/l/l/e/r/ bee chased me across my backyard and into the house.
  
• My writer’s group has met by candlelight, because the evening monsoon took the power out.
  
• A friend was stung by a scorpion that got up her pants leg.

(Not fun at all, that last–bites don’t tend to be dangerous for adults, but they do hurt an awful lot.)

Just a few friendly reminders that this is, in fact, the desert. 🙂