So the human female dragged me on another one of her botany walks. Grass, grass, pink flower, yellow flower, tree, grass….yawn. Why does she think I enjoy flowers? That’s Sigyn’s thing, not mine.
The only remotely interesting plant we found is this sundew one that apparently–and this is the splendid part–eats meat. True, it only eats tiny insects, but with my magic, perhaps I could grow one large enough to take care of people who annoy me.
I have a list.