Seriously, why would the human female want to take stupid holly photos when we can do really interesting things like hunt for crawly things under loose bark on dead trees?
I mean, isn’t she even a teensy bit curious as to what made these holes? And if anything is still in them?
I think maybe I am just not interested in the same sort of nature that Sigyn and the human female are. However, I am not a complete botanical philistine–there are plants I like very much. Take this one, for example.
It is just *loaded* with all of these delightfully wicked burrs. And their little hooked spines are quite reminiscent of my glorious helmet. The human female says that children call them "porcupine eggs." I have no idea what a porcupine is, but I’d like to see her sit on one of these things for a while and try to hatch it.
Or I could just, you know, fling a good handful at her sweater…
Once she unsticks her elbow from her side and her braid from her sweater and teases out the five on her front, I bet she decides that it’s time to go home!