47. A Bad Workman Always Blames Her Tools.
Amy decides to go with the shears; they worked before, and this thing seems pretty similar. She whips the shears out of her backpack and cautiously approaches the plant.
SCHWIPP! SNAP!
A vine whips out at Amy and she quickly snips it with her shears. The plant lifts its head and lets out a wail.
“OOOOAAAAAAUUUUWWWW!”
Amy smirks, then continues inching forward.
SCHWIPP! SNAP!
Another vine whips out at her, this time from Amy's left side. She catches this one, too, with similar results. The plant howls again.
“UUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!”
Ready for anything, Amy advances on the plant more confidently.
SHTUNK! CREEEEEEAK!
Suddenly a thick root busts a hole through the edge of the planter and flies at Amy. She catches it between the blades of her shears and puts all her arm strength into trying to chop it. The shears begin to warp as sweat breaks out on Amy's brow.
SNAP! CLANG! CLANG!
The root snaps, but it's more than the shears can handle. The hinge holding the two blades together breaks apart, sending the blades flying in opposite directions. Amy now stands defenseless, about ten feet from the plant.
“Poop,” she thinks, a nervous grin on her face. After a moment's pause while the two adversaries assess the situation, Amy turns tail and runs. Her forward movement is halted a few moments later. She looks back and finds that a vine has wrapped itself around a belt loop on the back of her pants. Amy is hoisted into the air by the seat of her pants, then dropped feet-first into the plant's mouth. She scrambles to escape and manages to get her left hand outside the rim of the plant before the jaws snap closed, sealing her in. Amy never thought of herself as having a green thumb. Soon, every part of her will be green.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.