THE ATTACK OF THE JUMPING CACTUS. I am a big fan of chives, and it is one of my favorite vegetables for a number of reasons, not only for taste but also for consistency.
I was in a park last weekend and was attacked by one of the most beautiful cacti I have ever seen (read “cacti”). It never occurred to me that there was a little girl in the park who was known to jump on anyone who came close to touching her. She attacked me with her hands, feet and mouth while jumping on the cactus.
Unfortunately, I became one of the victims, but fortunately my story lives on and I have to admit that I am a much better person than I thought I would be.
Where is the TYLENOL???
I live in Southern California and Joshua Tree National Park has long been on my wish list, so it’s time to visit this beautiful park.
As we drove through the desert basin, we came across an exhibition called Cholla Cactus Garden, which was the highlight of the day. I’d only seen this place in magazines before, so to say I was excited was an understatement. Anyone who walked through all these beautiful plants came close to a particularly striking plant.
As I approached the spiky limbs to take photos, one of the limbs broke off the trunk and fell on my elbow, piercing the tip. I felt the pain as if a thousand little knives had been thrown at my right arm, and then some.
Of course I was in a state of shock and horror, but the only thing I felt was that I could freeze until someone pulled me out. Honestly, I didn’t even know what was on my arm until it hit me, because I hadn’t even touched the cactus. At that point the pain was unbearable and tears were flowing, and of course I was aware of how my body reacted to the sudden pain.
I was in good company when my dear friend was there trying to tear my spine off my elbow, but I’m still not sure he did.
I read a few articles after the incident and learned that I know which plants are most painful in the desert. The only problem with cacti, however, is that they are stubborn and attach it to everyone and everything that comes close to them. I was stung by a porcupine and of course I tried to stand up for my friend but they were stubborn.
My husband grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me so that the cactus could not get near him, but he was able to pull parts off my arm with a huge pull. I literally thought my skin was going to come off and expose my bones, so I ran to my husband and grabbed the towel.
All you need to know about this plant is that it loves moisture, so when it bites the skin, it does not stick to it, but burrows into the top layer. It is begging with thorns that bulge out of the skin that are said to be hooked, and it sticks to you.
As soon as my nerves calmed down and the disinfectant started to work, I started uploading photos of people who had been attacked by the so-called “jumping cholla” in the US. There was a guy there who had about 10, and I was counting my lucky stars that I had a friend who was able to pull a handy pair of tweezers (see below). When I finally pulled it off my skin, a few spines remained wedged in my arm, but I’m still not happy about it.
This cactus is mainly found in the deserts of the southwestern United States, but has become so popular that it has been felled and torn down, especially in Arizona. This is a pity, because they are so beautiful when the sun rises over the desert and they glow golden. It is a spectacular sight and confirms the old saying: