A National Day to Celebrate

I was listening to the radio yesterday morning, and the program host mentioned that it was National Coatimundi Day. When I investigated further, I read that it was actually on Dec. 3rd but I’m not holding that against the disc jockey. Are they even called disc jockeys anymore? I mean, most of what they do now comes from digital files, but “audio file jockey” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. I’ll stick with radio host, just to be safe.

Anyway, they were celebrating National Coatimundi Day. For those unfamiliar, a coatimundi (‘coati’ for short) is a medium-sized animal that is related to the raccoon (‘coon’ for short. Fair is fair, right?). They look a lot like raccoons, but have longer snouts and tails, and tend to be a little bigger. They eat like raccoons, too. Pretty much anything. In more secluded places, they stick to plants, bugs, tarantulas and mice. I have no first-hand experience, but I suspect that, like their Midwestern cousins, they are not above eating out of garbage cans if given the opportunity.

Cute little feller, right?

I didn’t know anything about them until I moved to Arizona, so it was cool to learn about these unusual guys. I’ve never seen one in the great outdoors. They are on the shy side, and generally avoid the limelight. I once saw one at the Desert Museum, and it was pretty cool.

Still. I was wondering about them having a ‘national day.’ Do they celebrate it? I seriously doubt they even pay attention to such things. Hell, they probably aren’t even sure of the area code they live in, so let’s not give them more credit than they deserve. Actually, it’s on the calendar to help promote conservation and awareness of them. So I’m cool with that.

Wondering what other special days we have set aside, I set forth into a deeper dive (focusing on the fauna of the southwest U.S.) August 8th is National Tarantula Day. Spiders are scary to a lot of people, so it’s easy to think of them as just bigger, more evil spiders. I’ve come to appreciate spiders as a whole a lot more than I used to. I still don’t want them in my cupboards (and setting up shop there will likely get them evicted with extreme prejudice) but in the yard or under my workshop is fine by me.

 

Big date tonight – wish me luck!

Tarantulas hold an even higher place on my ‘good guys to have around’ list. They usually aren’t very aggressive at all. In the 1950s, sci-fi movies cast them as fearsome villains, but they are quite the opposite. They typically live underground. They hunt at night, and mostly eat bugs, scorpions, and other spiders. Sometimes when they mate, the female eats the male, but the girls live 3-4 times as long as the boys – some up to 30 years – so they have a richer life to look forward to anyway. Their venom is not medically significant to people, and they make pretty good, low-maintenance pets.

Sticking to the desert dweller theme, July 1st is National Roadrunner Day. They came next on my countdown because they eat tarantulas. Roadrunners also eat lizards, mice, and just about anything else they come across, and are considered omnivores. They are really more like the cartoon coyote in that regard. Are you seeing a trend here? In this dry, less hospitable region, animals aren’t picky eaters.

What’s on the menu? Wait…it’s THAT – RIGHT THERE!

Despite the name, they really don’t seem to “run” in the traditional sense. It’s more of a really fast, straight-legged walk. When they do stop, their tail does this weird ‘lift then lower’ move. And their heads turn and twitch in a quirky, amphetamine-fueled fashion. They also don’t much resemble their Saturday morning cartoon avatar. In fact, if that version hadn’t first shown up in the late 1940s, I’d swear it was created with AI input.

Yeah. The resemblance is uncanny. Whatever.

 

 

 

 

 

Which winds me around to my forth and final southwest animal day – July 28th is Rattlesnake Roundup Day. It was established as such in Texas in 1958, and it was focused on reducing the pit viper population. Fortunately, most of our national celebration days are more positive and ‘feel good.’

Try to imagine the potential horror of Mothers’ Day… Yikes!

In any case, Rattlesnake Roundup is now a fun, family focused educational event. I’ve really found a soft place in my heart for the rattlesnake, and I’m glad they went back on Santa’s nice list.

So there it is – my bite-sized review of some of the nations’ most uniquely arid-loving denizens. I’ll now start lobbying for a National ‘50-something model building, action figure collecting, history nerd who likes trivia and classic rock’ day. Contact your congressman, and help get the word out!

And thank you for your support.

-Toph

Something in the Way She Moves…

Everyone knows social media can be problematic.  It’s easy to get bogged down in appearances—like the whole world is living an epic adventure, while your own life feels dull or disappointing.  But here’s the truth: most people are posting their greatest hits—a highlight reel.  Meanwhile, I’m mentally comparing it to my bloopers and practical jokes.  Here’s the reality of it. Facebook is like a cover letter.  Nobody talks about the time they got written up for a long lunch or describes the PowerPoint that flopped. People post their wins.

Challenges and shortcomings notwithstanding, social media DOES have its benefits.  Among them, it can expose us to new ideas and experiences. It is precisely one of those situations I’m delving into today.

I read an interesting online magazine article on wildlife photography; and before I knew it, I was getting suggestions of related groups in Facebook.

It’s like someone was spying on me….

Much of my life has been spent outdoors.  A recent article I wrote goes into that, but suffice to say, I’m not a novice.  Many wild animals are familiar: raccoons, coyotes, deer, owls, hawks and other birds of prey weren’t new to me.  I’ve also encountered a few that are specific to my new stomping grounds.  Things like javelinas, roadrunners, tarantulas, and scorpions have also availed themselves a chance peek now and then.

However, there is one experience that I have entirely missed, and Facebook reminded me of it.  I now live in the rattlesnake capital of the world.  Arizona boasts 13 different species of them.  But I have never found one in the wild.  NEVER.

Hey – QUIET! Nobody moves. Toph’s coming!

I started researching articles and YouTube videos on rattlesnakes.  Like most spontaneous ideas, I jumped in feet first.  I devoured information.  And last week, I felt ready to go out searching.

I live near a National Park, and there is a trail head about 10 minutes from my house.  I haven’t explored it much – only driven by it a few times.  It’s the opposite direction of anything else I usually do.  But last Friday, I drove straight there to look for rattlesnakes.  It was dark when I arrived.

Unfamiliar with the layout, I didn’t have a specific direction in mind.  I walked perpendicular to the parking lot, and straight into a flat, rocky landscape of low brush and towering saguaro.  I was using a cheap (read: free) blue Harbor Freight flashlight and carrying my wife’s good camera. And like the area I was exploring, I was rather unfamiliar with the workings of this second instrument – more on that in a moment.

As I meandered, I thought about how ill-prepared I was for this little excursion.  For an experienced backpacker and Outdoor Recreation major, I should have known to bring some basic gear with me.  At the very least, I should have had a bottle of water.

You’re in the damn Sonoran Desert, for crying out loud!

Regardless, I forged through the field like Hansel and Gretel toward the witch’s house.  As my flashlight began to fade, I walked into a small, sandy clearing.  There wasn’t a lot of moonlight.  A “waning crescent” only exposes about 10% light, and it was overcast as well.  But soon, a round, grey lump came into view, and I got a little shiver up my spine.

That’s a snake!”

I stood, motionless for what seemed like an hour, though it was probably closer to 30 seconds.  As the initial surprise abated, I slowly began to creep closer until I was about 6 feet from her.  She stayed perfectly still (which I must say, was very polite of her).  I spent several minutes messing around with the camera, trying to adjust the flash settings, but eventually gave up and switched to auto-focus.  I took several shots with the camera and a few more with my phone, just in case. 

All told, I probably spent 20 minutes marveling at this little gal.  I was trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.  To her credit, she never rattled.  Only once in the entire encounter did she even move; the first time the shutter clicked, her head twitched toward me.  After our mutually respectful visit, I began my meander back to the car.

The next morning, my wife assisted me in reviewing the photos.  Several were blurry or ill framed, but there were also a few nice ones.  I determined that it was probably a Western Diamondback (Crotalus atrox).  This initial appraisal was later confirmed on one of those Facebook groups.

Pleased to meet you.

My anecdotes usually reflect on familiar subjects – things I’ve enjoyed since childhood.  In this case, I’m exploring something that isn’t entirely’ foreign.  It’s more like is a fresh take on an old interest.  Hiking at night, especially in the American Southwestern desert, is an amazing activity.  I was enveloped in a dark but sensory rich environment.  The little bit of light I had gave me glimpses of arachnides and insects who probably weren’t expecting me.  They timidly drew away from my probing light.  I also surprised a few desert pocket mice (which is a good sign if one is looking for snakes).

As mentioned earlier, there are 13 species of rattlesnake that live here.

I found ONE

-Toph