I hate burrs. There are sooo many different kinds of them. In Florida and Georgia, we called them sand spurs because they flourish in sandy areas. One time we were skipping school at the beach in GA and saw a car coming on the beach. No cars allowed so we knew it was a patrol car. We skedaddled and dove into the first area available that looked like it would give us cover. HA! It was
full of sand spurs. We picked those little tiny pieces out of ourselves for weeks. MAN! Do they hurt! I guess we got what we deserved.
Here in CA where I am now, the burrs are worse. They call them Goatheads because they have two
big spurs on them that make them look like a goat head. When you step on one....it is not an ouch event. It is a scream-a-lot and hop-a-lot and event.
Sassy isn't allowed to go to places that have things like that. I am terrified of the foxtails. Their seed is a burr that has a coil on it that will burrow like a corkscrew, even into their ears.