...and the wee folk call 'em Netties

I went to the Library today, and on the way back I watched as a guy jumped off the path into the weeds and started inspecting the plants. When I got closer to him, I asked, "What are you doing?" He said, "I'm looking for Stinging Nettle." I laughed, "Then why are you touching all the plants?!?" "How else are you supposed to find it?" Good point. I didn't want to stay and ask why he wanted to get stung by the nettles...