MILKWEED SEEDS have escaped and are on the loose.

[Shortsighted]

 Milkweed seed fluff is in the air and they are collectively conspiring to hunt me down, congregating in murmurations of like-minded fluff because there is strength in numbers and at least the appearance of intelligence by their undulating advance. I’m not fooled because I can see them coming and can escape in time. When the seeds are asleep and docile, or when they are laden with raindrops and therefore over-burdened, I can even approach them long enough and safely enough to photograph the demon spawn.





 
 

[Ally]

Love the first one.