06/12/2026
My darling DeVoTees,
I was at Mushnik’s shop during the eclipse.
Yes, yes, I know. You are shocked. You are staggered. You are clutching your pearls and muttering, “Surely teeVillain was not present at yet another historic horticultural horror.”
But I was.
I have always had a knack for appearing where the universe is about to make a terrible little mess.
I did not stay for everything that followed.
There were songs. There were screams. There were moral compromises blooming faster than the foliage. I have survived as long as I have by knowing precisely when to slip out the side door before the chorus gets carnivorous.
Still, I managed to gather a few seeds.
A harmless keepsake, I told myself.
A botanical curiosity.
A bit of cosmic gardening for the Grand Repository.
Then the Girl Chained to the Desk found them.
And planted them.
Because of course she did.
Now the garden at teeVilla has become crowded with hungry little horrors. They lean toward voices. They rustle when someone says “lunch.” One of them has developed opinions about the mailman.
This simply will not do.
Punkin Season is approaching, and they require space to sprout, stomp, scowl, and spread their own brand of grinning gourd mischief. I cannot have these leafy freeloaders occupying valuable autumn territory.
So, my fiends, we are clearing out the carnivorous crop.
Today’s design “Plant Food” is a glorious little tribute to teeth, vines, and questionable floristry.
And because every terrible decision begins with:
“What is the worst that could happen?”
The garden is open.