Goat’s head. Nasty nasty seed-heads. The plant is also called puncture vine. The very first time I rode my then brand new mountain/city bike, yoncks ago in the late ’80s, I rode on a trail along the river that hadn’t been paved yet. Soon the bike was getting harder and harder to pedal, so I stopped. The rear tire was flat flat flat. What th’?? Well, fck. I had to push-walk the thing two and a half miles back home. Before I got home the front tire was flat, too. Well what the fcking hell???? I loaded it into the back of my truck and drove to the bike shop. That’s when I learned about puncture vine/goat heads. The mechanic pulled out a few spiky heads from the tires. Then he installed heavy-duty tubes, a liner between the tires and the tubes, filled the tubes with some sort of pink gunk that plugs any holes that might get through the liners. Never got a flat from those suckers again.
And yeah, I’d also find them while walking around the house in socks because my poor pup had tracked them in.
We had a cat that would limp coming across the back deck to the house. Took her to the vet. Nothing wrong.
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Learned that from the birds, no doubt.
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Those jerks! — TG
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My dogs will do that sometimes, but it’s usually that the $#!@&^@% goats head has come out of their paw and they didn’t notice yet.
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Goat’s head comes out of their paws? I should google that. 🤷♀️
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Got it, along with why you swear about it.
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What’s worse is when it doesn’t fall off until they get in the house and then I find it by stepping on it barefoot.
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Yes-DH says they’re worse than Legos!
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This one https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tribulus_terrestris for anyone else looking.
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Here we have sand burs, though the ground isn’t particularly sandy. DH swears about those, & Corky probably would, too, if she could talk.
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Goat’s head. Nasty nasty seed-heads. The plant is also called puncture vine. The very first time I rode my then brand new mountain/city bike, yoncks ago in the late ’80s, I rode on a trail along the river that hadn’t been paved yet. Soon the bike was getting harder and harder to pedal, so I stopped. The rear tire was flat flat flat. What th’?? Well, fck. I had to push-walk the thing two and a half miles back home. Before I got home the front tire was flat, too. Well what the fcking hell???? I loaded it into the back of my truck and drove to the bike shop. That’s when I learned about puncture vine/goat heads. The mechanic pulled out a few spiky heads from the tires. Then he installed heavy-duty tubes, a liner between the tires and the tubes, filled the tubes with some sort of pink gunk that plugs any holes that might get through the liners. Never got a flat from those suckers again.
And yeah, I’d also find them while walking around the house in socks because my poor pup had tracked them in.
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