Halloween Fantasy

The morning I walked out onto the my front porch and heard the tiny voice calling to me, I knew I was in trouble. It was my Venus flytrap doing all the squawking. He and I had been together for a long time, but it had only been in the last six months, ever since he'd watched Little Shop of Horrors with me and my boyfriend, Stanley, that he'd become so bossy and snappish.

Now it may have been the horrific plant in the movie with its "Feed me, Seymour!" or it might have been dear sweet Stanley with his "Feed me, woman!" but when I walked into that porch on Saturday and heard "Feed me, Elsie!" I knew I had BIG trouble.

Now I will admit we don't live in the best part of town, nor is our home exactly a mansion, but we did have neighbors to consider, like the Creeply family on the hill.

And the strange man across the street who always dressed in black and wore a cape. Funny thing about him. I only see him after sundown. He must work the night shift.

I decided, though, if I just ignored old Venus, he'd soon forget the whole thing. Not so! As the weeks went by, he grew larger and larger, and his voice got louder and louder. I will admit he did wonders at getting rid of pesky vacuum cleaner salesmen. The trouble was, he also scared away the paper boy and the TV repair man! Not to mention my mother, who'll never be the same again.

As winter grew nearer, I knew I couldn't stand being cooped up inside the house with the little critter for months on end. One dark night, I grabbed the plant and slipped out into the back yard. There would be a garbage truck around early the next morning, and I knew old Venus would be gone long before I got up.

I lifted the lid of the trash can and started to toss the plant inside. "Help!" Venus screamed in his loudest flytrap voice.

"Is there a problem here?"

The voice at my elbow made me scream. It was the strange man in black from across the street.

"N-no problem," I assured him.

"Ah! What have we here?" he asked, wresting Venus from my sweaty hands. "You're not throwing this lovely creature away, are you?"

I admitted I was, but before I had a chance to try to explain the reason, the man was half way across the street, chortling in glee. I'm sure I heard him muttering something about needing a pet to clean up the scraps!

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