I've heard you're not supposed to plant unknown seeds. Something about foreign agents trying to trick people into planting invasive species. Evil. But I mean, there they were, in the mailbox. Waiting. The message was clear: PLANT IMMEDIATELY. Surely the biosecurity claims were unfounded.
I grabbed a super seed starter tray from my stash, dropped in a few seeds, attacked them with my super mister water gun, and positioned my super duper bionic grow lights over my work.
The next morning, I was surprised to find vines snaking through my den, and there were blooms already! By lunch, the blooms were opening.
Inside each bloom was a . . . I know you're not going to believe me. A photograph.
The first photo was a tall gentleman with an amazing beard dining with a stunning young woman. The next showed them in front of the Eiffel Tower. Another by the Louvre.
My doorbell rang.
"Yes?"
"Hello. I think you received my honeymoon seeds by mistake. Can I have them back? I'm excited to get them developed."
I showed the man the photos.
"Oh. Sorry to bother you. Those aren't mine."
I glanced back at the photo. Funny. I don't remember growing a beard.
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