This is the time of year when fields attack us with more than usual ferocity. Take a little innocent walk in the wild and come back covered with burrs.
Also spelled burs. In case you wondered.
These particular ones have a habit of finding their way onto our towels this time of year. If I don't want to dry myself off with the working end of some of these, I have to go over the towels carefully as they come out of the dryer. It's a pain. Literally and figuratively.
It grows everywhere. It's a nice enough plant during the summer. Nice little yellow flowers on a long stalk. Nothing remarkable. You don't even notice how many of them there are.
Somewhere in September, the beauty turns into a beast. The little yellow flowers turn into little beastly burrs.
All you have to do is brush by one and you're carrying it home. Tibby comes back from her travels covered in them. She has short slick fur and they come right off. Thank heaven.
They don't come right off anything else.