You want a gest of love, hidden watcher of birds? Well, I will, instead, quank for you a request to leave the leaves in place—fronting your face. We are resplendent and worthy of note, but we will happily fast for a night in order to let our dinner serve as fantassins for your trespassing toes. And, if squawks and bites end up as hints not subtle enough, we are friends with a crocodilian who would be more than willing to provide you with the opportunity to alligate some severed limbs. ; )