Texas is so weird.
Because it’s hot and dry enough for cactus to grow. But cool enough for grass to stay alive. So you get like cactus traps in the fields of grass. You can’t walk in the gRASS THERE’s PROBABLY CACTUS.
At one of my birthdays when I was younger, a friend of mine who was temperamental threw a hissy fit and decided to run away from the party (or something). So he storms off into the woods around our house (just a bunch of cedar between the houses that we used as a natural privacy fence) and runs straight into the cactus mine field. Like, we don’t service that part of our backyard, so it was just old cedar trees and cacti I am not even kidding.
Oh! We also had a really cool cedar tree that must have been pretty old. Lightning had struck it at some point and split it partway down the middle, but it hadn’t killed the tree. So the tree continued to grow, but it grew as it had been split and looked like the horns of a water buffalo (but we called it the longhorn tree because we’re in TEXASSSSS).