My Friends the Prairie Dogs

As I sit among the prairie dog mounds, like a lesser Jane Goodall, I take note of a familiar pattern in their behavior. For example, when I scoot closer to one to get a better photo, it disappears into a hole in the ground. Only to later pop out of another hole. I've seen this type of structured behavior before, in the plains of Indiana at a place known by the locals as Chuck E. Cheese. Very interesting.

During my stay in the prairie dog city, I might have contracted the plague. Don't think I didn't consider that a possibility, but bubonic schmubonic, look at the adorable pictures I got!