36° and the air is moving pretty good, got a spritz last evening and the ground is damp again this morning.
Dad would always find a way for a small barrel cactus to follow him home whenever he went to see his mom or went to check the property at Dolan springs, they survived at their house in California, he would get fist sized ones once they started cracking down on people taking them.
I don't know what it was but between that rest stop South of Phoenix on the way to Tucson and the ostrich farm some huge black flying wasp looking thing smacked me in the ear and gave me a slight sting. Maybe it was a tarantula wasp.