And I swept the deck, which was covered in bits of tree and maple seeds and pollen-encrusted doodads.
There was so much pollen, in fact, that by the end, my mouth was dry and gritty with chartreuse gunk (not that it was chartreuse at that point, but y'know.) I could feel the grit.
And since I know what pollen IS, this naturally left me with the unavoidable and disturbing feeling that I had somehow accidentally performed oral sex on a tree.
I like to think I'm a reasonably well adjusted individual, but some things are just wrong.