We just got back from a delightful trip in Arizona, where we had a great time visiting friends and doing a lot of hiking. One of those funny things about the Midwest is the fact that there's almost nothing that can harm you. Um, yeah, that's not true with Arizona.
I have a bad habit of researching the wildlife of whatever place I'm traveling to before going. Sometimes that's cool. Sometimes it just convinces me that I'm going to die. This time, it was the latter. Turns out everything in Arizona can kill you. If it's not a saguaro cactus falling on you, it's a mountain lion mauling you. Or a scorpion stinging you. Or a black widow biting you. Or a rattlesnake striking you. Or a tarantula chomping you. Or a gila monster chewing on you. Or a javelina charging you. As far as I can tell, you pretty much can't go outside without automatically being preyed on by something.
Luckily we beat my mind's odds and survived all our hikes. They were beautiful, but I did spent the entire time absolutely convinced that this is what was happening:
Now I can just look forward to the next time I go swimming and get eaten by a shark.