It was in the oleanders in the empty lot across from the convenience store on the corner near my house in North Las Vegas.

So there was some self-interest involved.

But you know. Brush fire! How often does that happen?

(I'm pretty sure somebody flicked a cigarette out the window into the desert lot, and it smoldered in the roots for days before bursting forth in two-foot flames and billows of smoke. Some people.)