Cactus

Cactus

The plural of cactus is cacti.  My ranch has many varieties of cacti from tiny barrel cactus  to much larger species similar to the prickly pear picture in this blog.  All have one thing in common, spines that are extremely painful.  Left unattended they can fester and cause much discomfort.  As we say in Texas.  “They can cause a world of hurt.”    On one occasion I was checking fences and backed into a cactus similar to the one in the picture.  I was wearing jeans.  Every step taken after the encounter was more painful than the previous one.   I was on a steep hill.  I removed my jeans and shoes, holding tightly to the fence.  Since I do not wear underwear, I was quite bare on the side of  a hill that was close to being a cliff.  How egotistical we humans are.  My first thought was that if I fall and die, no one will ever figure what I was doing alone, bare bottomed on the side of a cliff.  I have dug cactus thorns out of my fingers, being too stubborn to wear gloves.  One of the tricks to extricating cactus thorns is to use wart or corn pads.  They draw the tiny slivers out of tender flesh.  Another is to use duct tape.  I have had success with the wart and corn pads.  A tiny sliver of cactus thorn festered in my little finger for a year.  A tetanus shot, antibiotics and high blood pressure resulted from the intrusion.  Short of surgery I just let the thing be absorbed by my body.  I still don’t wear gloves but have become very respectful of my friend, the cactus plant.  And no, I don’t have a cute cactus garden.