“Watch out.”

You point to the stinging nettle, hanging innocently with its vaguely-heart-shaped leaves.

I’ve never been stung.

Try it, you say.

Grinning, I let it brush over my arm.

With a laugh, you take my hand.

Safe.

I admire the novel red mark, burning as we continue our walk.

Alexandra has recently been introduced to mushroom hunting, and hasn’t eaten anything deadly yet!