If there’s anything Sigyn likes more than colorful things, it’s fuzzy things. Today, we seem destined to run into both.
These little asters may look daisyish and harmless now,
but when they’re done blooming, the fluffy fruiting heads will spread these plants all over the neighborhood. It’s a full-time job trying to keep them out of lawns and gardens.
This bluestem grass has much the same dispersal strategy.
I’ll have to make sure some floofs find their way into the human female’s hair and socks.
By Fenrir’s Woolly Winter Underwear! What have we here?!
Ah, I see now. It’s one of those weather-prognosticating lepidopterans. Supposely, one can tell how severe the winter is going to be by the proportion of black to rusty brown in their coats.
Judging by this nearly-all-black one, we can expect a damp and chilly winter with…
…a ninety percent chance of snuggles.