Tourist traps—I mean opportunities—abound in and around Alamogordo. Billboards beckon visitors to drop in on pistachio farms, gift shops and space oddities, but off Highway 82 lies a wonderland that relies on no such fanfare to attract traipsing travelers to its grounds. Moore’s Trading Post serves the surrounding community year-round as a junk yard, surplus shop and flea-market-style shopping outlet. But during warmer month, it adds a rattlesnake pit. Free to view, the serpent lair is little more than a concrete cavity filled with reptilian horrors. Only 25 cents buys you a balloon to be inflated and placed at the end of a fishing pole. Lower the pole into the pit and watch the snakes strike the colorful rubber with as much vim as they would an actual threat. It’s weird. It’s wrong. Maybe it’s cruel. But hold your judgment until you’re $3 in. On the bright side, the snakes are all released back into the wild where they’re from in time to hibernate. No harm, no foul? (Maren Taro)