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Vacations are hard for gardeners. How could Dan leave Basil, at such a tender age?
Gently cradling the tiny bambino, Dan said, “He’s coming with us.”
We took turns driving 1,000 miles to Arches National Park. Seated on the dashboard, Basil was good company. He never fussed. Never said, “Are we there yet?” When Dan swerved to miss a jackrabbit, I caught Basil. When I slammed on the breaks, Dan lunged to protect him from the windshield.
Basil survived the trip, and returned home two inches taller.
After all that, I felt a little remorseful when we ate him.
