mouth watering but dangerous. oh, the joy they provide to the thirsty traveller, the heart beating higher and every dusty mouth turning into a smile when we find a field of these. not obvious to the eye, they give away their presence by a sudden change in what your feet feel on the ground; a certain softness with every step you take nearer to them occurs and makes you swing and sway a little from right to left, left to right...
but beware! murg bombs are sensitive to sudden movement and will literally explode into your face if you are too eager and grab for them, rip them off their stems or perform any other greedy action on them. they can cause serious damage. each fruit alone could injure those gathered around it in a vicinity of 5 meters, let alone kill the one who bites into it. now imagine what happens if you are standing in a field of them. the elders warn of cases where whole bolos have vanished in a messy murg bomb chain reaction.
the right way to approach them is slowly, inch by inch, with a knife pointed at the tiny center of their spines, carefully pinch a small hole into them and let their thick, liquid sap run slowly down through your hands into your mouth. we have special bottles to store murg sap, but it can't be kept for all too long. not that you'd want to, because oh it's too good, too nourishing, too exciting a taste and smell, and all the dreams that follow provide the kind of happiness beyond joy, enlightenment or wisdom.