Walking on a summer’s morning to a secret picnic spot I saw some purple flowers gently swaying in the breeze. Also, I noticed a bud that had bloomed into the brightest and loveliest flower of them all. The wet dew shimmered in the sunlight bubbly and bouncing off the soft smooth leaves. Carefully I went to touch the velvety petals but the flower snapped shut catching my fingers. It was horrifying! I hadn’t realized it was a Venus fly trap. I will never ever walk that way again. Not so much my picnic but the flower had enjoyed my hand.