“Wadch out!” Joey Santore fires at me, the words charged with the hard edges of a Chicago accent. I freeze and look down at my tennis shoe. We’re hiking through brambly land in South Texas. Diamondback!? I think about the popular myth that they’ve stopped rattling so they don’t alert the feral hogs that hunt them.But I see nothing slithering or coiled. Rather, my toe is an inch from a seafoam-green pincushion. A darling flower with pale-pink petals and a butter-yellow center sits atop it like a crown fit for a fairy. My thoughts pendulum from alarm to That’s the cutest cactus I’ve ever seen. What I nearly stepped on was peyote, famous for containing psychoactive alkaloids, including mescaline. It also looks adorable—Jellycat would have…The post The Cursing Ex-Punk Creating a Plant Sanctuary in South Texas appeared first on Texas Monthly.
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