It has happened to me. Innocently suntanning in the backyard on our beautifully freshly mowed lawn I was attacked by the angry blades seeking revenge for their recently chopped tips. They were so enraged that I had taken away their right for individuality, that not one of them could chose to have a longer blade than the other. Not only that but I choked them and infringed upon their rights for clean air as I pushed the mower over them, cutting and pushing them into the ground. I apologized and told them I did not know of my crime, and would go for a natural, environmentally friendly lawn, one that is never mowed. I thought they were happy. But they were just waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to cast their evil net. In their eyes I was guilty of the worst crime yet and I was ignorant of it. I had begun to doze off as the hot summer sun kissed my skin that's when the grass began its evil work. Slowly, those green blades began to cover my hands and feet, creeping up tentatively as a spider up a web until my wrists and ankles were secured. Yet the grass continued, this time on a different route, inching its way up my neck, slowly, ever so slowly, over my chin, until suddenly, violently the grass plummeted into my mouth choking me, shattering my voice box. The sound of the blades of grass surrounded me shouting; "You have taken away our voice, now we have taken away yours."
Revenge isn't sweet for those of us who suffer, watch where you tread.