You never smell the one that kills you

In other developments, I’d like to point out that I’m dying. It’s slow and methodical, and it’s too late for treatment. In fact, it’s so nasty that I wouldn’t wish this on several ex-bosses. Slow strangulation, gasping for breath, various discharges that point to severe reactions…and the best part is that I have photos of my murderers. Some people should be so lucky.

Sweet peas

Sweet peas

sweet peas

Bluebonnets

Bluebonnets

Whatever you do, don’t be complacent the way I was. Just rip those lungs out, get gill slits implanted, and spend the rest of the summer on the bottom of a swimming pool. *death rattle*

2 responses to “You never smell the one that kills you

  1. Oenothera!!! I love those.
    I didn’t realize lupins were bastards for allergies; aren’t they insect pollinated?
    Up here it’s mainly trees and grasses. We don’t have many wild flowers. Our killers aren’t even pretty,