Or, Why Botanical Gardens are Terrifying
I know without even asking that there are those of you who think botanical gardens are harmless, even pleasant or maybe delightful. A place to take your mother-in-law for a nice afternoon or to exit the hubbub of the city. But OH, you would be wrong. I learned the truly sinister nature of these expansive acres of land dedicated to biology, these enormous gatherings of plants when, in May 2010, my friend Brittany and I took our lives in our hands. We visited Kew... Gardens... dun dun dunnnnn.
That calm, smiling face was a facade! I was quaking in my boots Franco Sarto sandals.
Don't get too close, Brit!
You may well wonder, "What is a chicken doing all the way out here, in Kew?" But take a look at it's monstrous feet. No wonder it thrives there.
We climbed into the air, sixty feet high onto the Treetop Walkway... the trees had anticipated our escape attempt and outgrown the path.
Gorgeous flowers in the Temperate House (they almost have me fooled).
Brit, looking nonchalant. She does not yet realize that two innocent-looking plants have crawled behind her ear...
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