Knowing that nothing was ever created without purpose, I've often been guilty of wondering what the Creator was thinking when burdocks were placed on this Earth?!? They have been the catalyst for much spewing and sputtering around here. They are the bane of my life! Even my dog hates them. When he gets burdocks stuck on him, he behaves like he is ill until I get them off. Has been that way since he was a pup. (I've also been known to fuss a tad about having paid $100 for sneakers that have laces I can't keep tied. Wouldn't you think they could provide ... Don't get me started, or I might go on a two-day rant.) Well, this may not be the original intention for their existence, but it works for me.
This, then, gives a reason for budocks -- besides providing little boys an amazing way to torment their sisters by zinging them into the girls' long hair -- AND keeps my sneakers tied:
Have I not always said a gardener is nothing if not an optimist? How's THAT for finding a positive side of things?