wotd: interlard, intercepted by Three Little Javelinas

interlard \in-tuhr-LARD\, transitive verb:: To insert between; to mix or mingle; especially, to introduce something foreign or irrelevant into; as, "to interlard a conversation with oaths or allusions."

We pulled out of the driveway and pointed the car out of the neighborhood, only to find our way barred by these fellas:

They trundled across the street...

...and up along the neighbor's wall.

There they feasted upon jimson weed, a form of datura.

I imagine those tender young shoots tasted pretty good. I wonder if javelina feel the hallucinogenic effects, or if they just think it tastes good?

They look pretty happy.

Such a close encounter with area wildlife is always fun, and a great start to the day. No one expects to interlard their morning commute with a Desert Museum moment.

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auntie m said…

I think one of them is smiling at you.

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