Everyone said “Go ahead and eat them, Wild onions are delicious!” but one person pointed out that they didn’t actually look like onions (long flat stems instead of round strait ones) and that they might be a flowering bulb plant which would probably be toxic. When Obby heard that they might flower he fished them out of the trash and re-planted them. I had pulled them up and washed them off thinking I’d eat them before the angel poked at the back of my brain and pointed out that they didn’t actually look like onion stems.
