Dad was reassigned from England to the Vietnamese language school at Biggs Field in 1968. The folks purchased a new house, and I only had to walk one block and cross a drainage ditch before loading up my .22 to hunt jack rabbits.
We had all manner of creepy crawlies. Scorpions, centipedes, rattle snakes, you name it. It was a daily routine of turning your shoes and boots upside down and being careful where you put your hands. Dad killed one next of baby rattlers that were next to our garage wall with a shovel.
Desert life can be very interesting.
Spent some time at Biggs AAF and my wife's aunt grows avocados out by Canutillo. Lots of nasty critters around.