While still avoiding the Arizona newspapers, I came upon this strange fiction in a Colorado newspaper. It seems there are cactus aliens amongst us.
“Ooh, it is warm here,” said Glauke, who had assumed the aspect of the living thing closest to his own physiology — a saguaro cactus, albeit composed mostly of sand to reflect his status as a silicon-based life-form.
Thule, an ethereal being, felt comfortable in the desert. Rather than congeal into a concrete manifestation, he was content to shimmer as a mirage.