I was hunting in Texas and knelt to gut a critter and there was a dead dried up cactus part in the grass. I picked needles out of my knee until my pants were unpinned, then picked out needles for a few weeks. A year later I was shitting a break at work and felt a stiff hair on my knee. Grabbed it and out came another needle.They were shorter than this guy's needles. He will have them in his lungs and liver for years and I say good for him. His lingering death can amuse us all.