Look more like dead lady fingers to me.
I had learned about these in the days of yore. Was doing gardening and found a small specimen growing at the base of my tree. Apparently they LOVE rotting wood…whelp
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream. There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them
Reminds me of the hand monsters in elden ring
“Be wary of down, by the way try fire”
Heheh, my first thougth as well. Gives me the fingercreeps.
It just wants to touch your rusty spoons.
Ew! Hubert Cumberdale, you taste like soot and poo!
Thanks, I hate it.
Disappointed to find out they’re toxic.
