“Don’t touch that! It’s like poison ivy!” the person behind me on the hiking trail cautioned as I plucked a stem of scorpion weed from the plant. I’d handled scorpion weed before, so I wasn’t concerned. As I squished it in my fingers and held it to my nose, I recalled the hike several years …
“Don’t tell anyone,” a man said with a smirk as he sidled toward me, “but you’re holding a snake!” “No, I’m not,” I replied. The man turned serious and scowled. “You sure are!” “No,” I said again. “This is a lizard.” Volunteering Chuck and I were volunteering with the Phoenix Herpetological Society (PHS) at the …