I have a confession to make.

To protect the innocent, I must omit the name of the involved party, in this case, a plant. A beautiful temptress of a plant. I was compelled to pull it close to my face to take a deep sniff of a gorgeous bloom. Alas, like so many beauties, there was no scent. But getting that close allowed me to see a glistening drop of nectar at the flower’s center, I just knew it was nectar – not as well as a butterfly, a bee, or a bird knows instinctively, but the temptation of the droplet was suddenly meant for me and my inner pollinator.

I turned to my companion and said “I really want to lick that flower, and
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