You grab the old rusty machete from the wheel barrow as you're hefted
into the open flower. It snaps shut around you as you hack at the
vines. The opening that the petals are attempting to push you into is
too small for your hips. You hear and see nasty looking spikes waiting
below. The plant starts to shake violently as your hips wedge in its
mouth. The petals open and close violently as tendrils fly about your
garden.
It seems as though the plant creature is choking on you. After a few
minutes it collapses into a heap. You use your machete to cut away the
your petal prison, and then hack a that plant's iris into which your
butt is wedged. At last it gives way and you pull free. Angrily you
hack at the now dead plant. It lies there lifeless, as you step back.
Then the flower detaches and the stem springs back up. The flower
died, but the plant lives. You stare at the bud forming atop the
stem. You suspect that it will be larger than the last one. You head
to the potting shed, there must be some weed killer left, mustn't
there?
You don't notice that your ankle has started to change green. It's
not gangrenous, it's chlorophyll being produced in your body. You've
been infected by the plant.