and are now in my garden.
They came in many guises. Some looked like old friends. Others were new, but I couldn’t imagine them doing what they did. They refuse to die. Try to kill one, and thousands take their place.
Some came as “charming, old-fashioned, heirloom herbs”;
or pretending to be ordinary garden bulbs;
six million per square yard
or innocent hitchhikers on a lonely road;
or “rare and choice” rock garden plants;
go ahead, pull me out
or as “an unusual maple that no one else grows”
trying to cut this down, before it leaves a billion seedlings in my garden
these are the Children of the Night, the plants from hell, whose names I dare not speak.
the miserable gardener 
You’re going for a complete Halloween fright theme aren’t you? Doing quite well too…
Either that, or give in to temptation and open one of the six bags of Kit Kats I have, for the kids tonight……
Bob
I want Kit Kats! And, for Gawd’s sake, Bobby, there is nothing dangerous about uttering the words “Violet”, “Catmint”, “Feverfewwwef*\ea;cj/ch Ack! I ac;cn nap I think I’m having a heart attack@na& psaIIOUhacv[pfaDIEfcalbiog8 flicBog….
Kit Kats all gone. Put them in a bag so I wouldn’t know they were there, had to eat six just to remind myself what I was doing, then gave the rest away. Whew.
Bob
scary stuff…..
Yeah. Weeds. Weeds, weeds, weeds.