I feel like you are the only person on the planet who might actually understand my debilitating fear of vines. I used to have dreams as a kid that the ivy outside my bedroom would creep inside my room and eat me. (I did a photoshoot recently where I had to stand up against an ivy-covered wall - my boyfriend, accompanying me and well aware of my pants-wetting fear of EVIL PLANTS, snickered meanly at me the whole time. Sigh.)

PLANTS ARE SCARY, OKAY. THIS IS WHY WE MUST EAT THEM: TO KEEP THEM UNDER CONTROL. THEY MUST KNOW THEIR PLACE.

Don't hurt me, vines. Please don't hurt me. *whimpers*