I wonder how the ant or the ladybug feels when trying to climb glass. How does it feel to attempt a surface and realize you have utterly no traction? You're stuck or you're sliding. The closest thing I think is walking on ice. You know sooner or later you're going to land on your ass. Hard. So we skate or penguin sidle across the sheet of peril, fearing that feeling of helplessness, the split second of falling. Will cautiousness play a role in this story? Stay tuned.
In the meantime, a huge burst of color to slide into.
Pulsatilla vulgaris or Pasqueflower