Someone in class asked me just what the heck this is. I have no idea. It came from a small, dessicated shrub in the middle of a pasture, and I stumbled across it whilst helping The Wife with a bridal shoot. I've never seen something so evil-looking in all my born days. Every seed pod radiated nasty thorns, and they weren't for show, either. Those things were tough and sharp. And every other stem and leaf boasted its own assortment of needle-like impalement devices ready to draw blood at any moment. I swear, if one has said "Feed me, Seymore. Feed me now!" I'd have not blinked an eye.