When I lived in Atlanta, years ago, the bathroom in my small apartment had a window. The tub was an old clawfoot tub, and it was set out from the wall, so the landlord had installed a wraparound shower curtain that ran all the way around the tub, obscuring the window.
One day, while cleaning, I pulled back the curtain to find that an ivy vine from the outside wall had worked its way through the window sash, and was extending several inches into the room. As it extended, it was not attaching to anything. Instead, it was just suspended in air, as if it were reaching toward the shower, to grab.
Say what you will about Al-Qaeda. For my money, that mute tendril of intrusion was as terrifying as any Hitchcock film. You northerners might not understand, but down here, we've got kudzu, and kudzu will freakin' eat your car.
At last, I have found someone who shares my fears. Watch, and be edified, citizens.
(It seems to have an ad attached to it - apologies!!)
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My beloved Walken *and* someone who has plant phobias, as I do! The vine would also have terrified me-- and if there'd been a sunflower looking in the window to see how the vine was doing, I'm not sure what sort of histrionic hysteria would've ensued.
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