Cactus

As dusk falls, and the last gleam of the setting sun casts itself over the desert, cactus wrens tell their hatchlings bedtime stories and hope that the rains will fall before they fledge.

Sign

THIS IS SPARTA

Cactus

When you pluck the needles of a cactus, they make very light pinging sounds that can be heard clearly in the desert still. For some strange reason, playing the cactus harp never really caught on amongst the native peoples.

Cactus

The second invasion was more successful. Instead of blinding the humans, they came at night, armed and armored. Those that ran, tripped and were skewered. Those that fought, fell beneath the onslaught of spines and ever marching roots. The bullets did not stop them, flesh healing over into hardened knots, protecting them againt further violation. They were impervious to drought, to heat. And, as the humans made their planet ever warmer, eventually the next generation of triffids ruled over all.