GOOSEGRASS is widely regarded as the stickiest nuisance in the garden. Although it owes its most common name to geese, which have a liking for it, dozens of its folk names mark its stickiness-sticky willy, sticky molly, sticky jack and sticky bob, among others. Local names, such as hayriffe and hedgeriffe, are said to have originated from the AngloSaxon word for robber or tax-gatherer, because the plant stole wool from passing sheep.
Belying both moniker and appearance, however, goosegrass doesn't actually stick. Instead, its square stems and the undersides of its leaves are coated with tiny hooked hairs, with which it fastens itself to drape over whatever herbage is to hand, enveloping and subduing smaller plants and climbing more than a yard up stouter foliage in search of sunlight. Nicholas Culpepper's 1652 herbal treatise described its stems as 'so weak that unless it be sustained by the hedges, or other things near which it groweth, it will lie down on the ground'. Fast-growing and determinedly verdant in spring, it snatches at animals and clothes, so much so that a folk name, everlasting friendship, offered a sardonic comment on its persistence, with another, sweethearts, celebrating its entwining nature.
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