Is it just me, or does horsetail weed unlock some primal foraging instinct? I spot one.. and suddenly 45 minutes have passed. I’m nose-deep in the grass like a truffle pig, completely lost in the hunt. I get weirdly satisfied pulling it up, even though I know it’ll be back tomorrow like the world’s most annoying hydra. Am I alone in this strange little ritual, or am i just becoming some sort of feral turf creature? Originally by u/outof_yourmind on Reddit: https://tinyurl.com/2ylqqja8