A cactus asks for a hug. The only other person around doesn't have arms. At that he is triggered. & wisely, he doesn't even touch the cactus, knowing that for one: it's prickly, & 2: it gave a command that it cannot do.
I live north of the ATL - this shit is for real. F**k alien invasions, we get 4000+ pollen counts for weeks in the spring. Our tops was over 9300 one year.. (So thick you can inhale and taste the plants..)
I know, right? I think there might have been a secret reason there long ago when furniture (seems more a southern thing) would be covered all the time with sheets or plastic. Makes wiping all this pollen off easier! (Grandma wasn't nuts, she just didn't wanna clean pollen up!)