The Sunday yard sale was all but over. Fortunately, the old copper whisky still was still there. That and a big ugly plant.
While Stevie was dickering with the seller she idly stroked the plant’s glabrous leaves.
“Tell you what,” seller said eagerly. “I’ll accept your offer. If you take that ugly fucking plant too.”
Stevie was real happy.
“Y’all can have that plant in the kitchen.”
Monday, Stevie come home from work in an ugly mood. But as he grabbed her throat something odd happened.
Ain’t too many better ways to find out you got a man eating plant.