The Revenge of the Herbs

I then felt myself in the midst of flesh eating and mutton eating plants preparing to devour me like a fly in a Venus Fly Trap. As a matter of fact, that is what these plants looked like, except they were really big. They were big enough to be my bed. So they say you make your own bed, then lie in it; so it was for me. All my life I sneered down at plants as "the other kind of life" as if they were so inferior. Now they were getting their revenge.