My Wakean friends will grok why this rocked my world: My second morning on the playa, and who appears on the rug in my shade structure but H. C. Earwicker! Sadly, he had obviously hitched a ride out here with me (what few insects do live in the Black Rock Desert are entirely unlike this guy), and was close to death, not even having the energy to run when prodded. Totally dessicated, the poor little bugger. I ended his suffering.