Oh, I know, makare. I know.
Does this sound familiar to you: middle of the Arizona desert, fifty feet south of the armadillo carcass, and directly between two cactus; one short, one tall. Flat shale rock shaped like a ladybug with an X etched in crayon on its underside. Titanium poster carrier with "Makare" written on it, with M as a capital letter to throw people off.
Oh yes. I know.