You say ‘Goats Head’ I say ‘Fuuuu! I have another freaking Rams Head in my foot’
Only, I don’t say it anymore. It’s become a norm. Like stepping on a nail in a doorway you never got around to fixing.
They pierce flip-flops, my dogs paw pads and bare feet in the house.
I pulled a few up tonight before they came to fruition, then got curious, as I usually do – and researched.
Here is the beautiful ground cover before:
So pretty …
see those yellow things? Not flowers – but the spawn of evil flesh delving burrs.
BUT! They do have pretty yellow flowers to throw you off …
(The picture above is not mine, I ‘borrowed’ it from the interwebs – my ‘good’ camera is out of batteries. All other photos are mine – except of course, ‘The More You Know’ logo)
I yanked all I could find, before they could dry out, disconnect and sink their horns into us.
Here’s one after …
Innocent enough eh? Laying there – on my step, without a care in the world (except for the fact that I pulled it ruthlessly by its root from my dog trodden dirt.)
THEN I got curious. What IS this plant.
And ARE you kidding me????
Check this out:
The name of the plant is Tribulus Terrestris. And when those burrs harden, they become this:
You can see why they’re called ‘Rams heads’ or ‘Goats heads’ – although, nerd that I am, I see Yoda in the middle.
Bottom line is, I guess I’m stepping, quite painfully, on a gold mine?
I should harvest these horrors before they are no longer green and cash in on the attributes.
Although, considering I step on one at least once a day, I don’t think they’re in short supply.
Hey, the more you know.