As I glanced around with my head in under the branches, the close up view of the bark looked like horribly blistered skin.
Curiosity said, "Pop one open and see what is inside."
Imagination said, "Yuk, it might be full of something gory.
It might be full of ugly crawly things.
It might be slimy sickness, oozing puss.
It might get on me."
There was a moment for the notion of a Steven King fantasy of some underground monster plague just waiting to be released.
That was enough to inspire me to take a close look at the ground.
I must have looked keener than ever before...
this time I spotted evidence of the killer!