Specifically, oak pollen. Even if I weren’t allergic, it’s disgusting and it gets everywhere. Every morning and at the end of every workday, when I get in my car the windshield is spattered all over with little green powder-blobs of treejizz (and I don’t even park under a tree). Happens every year at this time.
If I’m ever Mayor of Tampa, I will find a way to have every oak tree in town pulled up by the roots and sold to a paper mill. (Why not, we’ll still have plenty of trees.)
A pollen grain is is actually more akin to a testicle than to jizz. Each grain contains several cells, only two of which form the sperm nuclei. I don’t know if that’s at all comforting, but I thought I’d throw it out there.
I miss spring near my old high school. There was a field that had about a dozen or so large poplars on it. When the ground was covered in the pollen you could light it on fire. It made a giant ‘poomf’ with a quick bright flash and then it was all gone.