Maybe I'm half asleep, but you kinda look like a Sherpa floating in mid air, next to a palm.
When we did Katrina a few yrs ago, I got to climb my first palm. We were hauling C&D (construction and demolition debris) not trimming trees, although there was a lot of side work for trees. We were demo'ing an appt complex, and I decided to throw on the belt and hooks and climb my first palm. Got about 30 ft up, and I noticed the trucks were moving to the next block over. I hurried down, gaffs cut out about 10 ft from the ground, and I rode the tree down. Skinned the inside of my forearms bad. (In hindsight, I did a lot of stupid #### when I was a little younger...)
A couple of weeks later I was in San Antonio, having breakfast with a friend. I noticed these little pimple-looking things on the inside of my forearms. I popped one. A piece of wood shaped like pencil lead and about an inch long shot out of my arm. There were hundreds of them. I was disgusted.
I'll let you guys mess around with the palms