I awoke with the striking realization that I had been captured. The Dandelions had alerted the Roses of my entry. They must have released a noxious blend of pollen, overwhelming the Clariton I had taken earlier, rendering me unconscious.
My hands and ankles were bound, the Grass captors had been called in to hold me til the interrogation team arrived. I could only assume Dr. Ivy was going to be there with his itch serum. I didn’t want to stay too long to find out. I gently coaxed out a needle I had hidden in the skin under my palm for just this occasion. After getting a solid grip I stabbed into the grass shackle, freeing my hand. I removed a pair of sheering scissors from my leg holster, stupid plants aren’t very good at frisking.
I cut myself loose from the green cuffs and escaped through the jungle city that was once my backyard. I needed back up. I had found their central root system, I radioed to my neighbor for Round Up.
That should have done the trick. But apparently the plants have evolved.