There are some plants that grow wild around here called prickly pears. The pear part sounds pretty good. I wouldn’t mind eating a few pears. But then there’s that other part. The part that’s called prickly. It’s not by accident that those pears are called prickly. They are full of pricklers. Two kinds of pricklers. Even the pears have pricklers.
There are great big white pricklers. They look pretty nasty. But those aren’t the ones you have to worry about the most. If one of those sticks in you it’s pretty easy to pull out. It’s those little orange pricklers that are the nastiest. They come in clumps and if you brush up against them you don’t get just a prickler or two. You get the whole clump, or at least a good part of it. Those little pricklers don’t come out. You’ve got to use something called tweezers to get at them. And they sting.
I almost got it the other day. I leaned against one of those darn prickly pears without realizing it. My person warned me and then pulled a couple of those pricklers out of my hair. Boy was she lucky I didn’t get any more. She would have had to run home to get the tweezers.