We had a blizzard this week. It’s bitterly cold right now. I was trying hard to think of good reasons to have left the Pacific Northwest, and this is about the only thing I came up with: Devil’s Club.
They’re big. They’re prickly-spiky-thorny. They’re evil. You did not go blindly charging through the lush green brush in the woods unless you wanted to risk tangling with knives and needles.
I might be willing to trade sub-zero snowstorms for Devil’s Club, though.