Haiku and being sneaky are two things I love. Being out of practice, I thought I'd start easy.

The fourth floor of an office building provides great cover.


I espied two test subjects:

This tree appeared the night before, so...




















This arrow, it has been confusing me since we moved into this building. It directs traffic into an office building, yet there's a driveway.




















Thus:
haiku'd!


Fish in a barrel, aye, but I feel the juices in my brain get juicy.

Later, over a dinner of chicken and pot roast, Heatherlynn spots three little boys. Obviously brothers, they are two redheads, and a brunette. Maybe because we're at Disneyland they remind her of Huey, Dewey, and Frank (Frank being the little brown haired kid). I get a picture of them in the mirrored wall.

So I scratch this out:




































But like a chump, this is where I lose my nerve. I wanted to present these lads with their very own haiku, thought they'd get a larf out of being compared to Donald's nephews. However, if you've ever been to Disneyland, you've probably watched otherwise sensible parents get good and cranky. Perhaps it's the long lines and the noise. He didn't seem an exception, and I didn't want to exacerbate any foul mood by having him deal with some strange man give his sons a poem he just wrote for them.

FAIL!

So we do what anyone else would do. We drove to Joshua Tree.

We got there somewhere around 1:30 in the morning, and drove around for a nice, long while looking for a campground with an empty spot. Maybe an hour later, we finally find a spot. We grab one of the empty parking spots that're attached to the campground. We stay up for a little while chatting and getting spooked. First, something jumps on our windshield. It scurries across the windshield and runs across the roof. The second time it does this, we can tell it's just a little desert mouse.

Not much later, while wondering what this thing was

one of our neighbors, hooded and big jogs past. It's one of those very sudden things, and he startled me. He was just on his way to the toilet, I suppose.

In the morning, I see this:

I'm completely hidden to the outside world. I can see my neighbors stirring and moving around. Being still inside a be-fogged car, they can't see me.

When we pulled in the night before, our headlights picked up a sleeping bag set up on this picnic table. This is where the pee ghost came from. To the right, is the bush where the mouse probably came from. Directly ahead, a nice big rock pile.


Okay, let's do this!














































































Thus:
haiku'd!


That's a little purple post-it right above the bumper.


Since the pee-ghost had vanished, I left a small blue post-it on the grill next to his table. His haunted table.


It was easier than I thought to stick a post-it to a bush.


It was harder getting the post-it to stick to a sandstone formation.


Haiku'd and climbed.