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I was stalking the swans and not looking at my feet.  Suddenly I found them slipping away from under me and the next minute sitting in the middle of these sticky globules.  There were heaps of them ... what are they?

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  1. That's the life of a Paparazzo Joan! I can't help you with the globules but was it a soft landing.?
    They look like leaves.of some type of vine but it's not a vine!!

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  2. Seeds some kind, like the fruits of the grass?

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  3. Definitely aliens. ;-)

    I hope you haven't made them mad.

    P

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  4. Well if they are snails, frogs, or aliens I would not want to meet them cos there was a lot of the stuff and they would have to be pretty big.

    Definitely not fruit, they were suspended in some gooey goop. It was near a bar so I thought it might be the the balls from asian pearl milk tea.

    I wasn't tasting to see what they were made of.

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  5. Amazing! These look like frog eggs! :-)

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  6. " Asian pearl milk tea' ... whaaaaaa?

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  7. I am with the others: frog eggs! ;-)

    But really, they look wonderful, don't they?

    Bubble tea ... grin.

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  8. Wonderful provided you are not sitting in the middle of them. And very sticky ... I had green globules all down the back of my trousers ... but I have to say I did find the whole incident funny.

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