I’ve always heard them called sand spurs, and they’re the devil. Nothing in nature needs to be that sharp, ffs.

At least chestnuts have the decency to be really localized and large, despite being spikey balls of evil. These little fuckers are miniature, everywhere, and can hide in carpet for a solid six months before you notice them the one time you decide to go barefoot.

I’m so glad we don’t have these where I live.