The house plant had grown wild, so that it had completely engulfed the priceless antique lamp. It had already consumed the electric can-opener, bureau, and half of the convection oven.
Obviously, it was just snacking.
Marie had next to no experience with tempermental plants--house plants in particular.
This was, perhaps, the reason why she'd called Freddie.
Freddie didn't have much to go by for situations like these, but he decided to give it a whirl.
Freddie liked adventures.
Marie sighed inwardly as Freddie attempted to win the plant over with an expensive bottle of Merlot.
"Please, darling, if the house plant doesn't want it, do let us have a taste!" Needless to say, this was not one of her better days.
"All in good time!" He said, trying instead a pricey box of chocolates.
Marie wondered where he was getting all of this merchandise from.
Unfortunately, both Freddie and Marie turned away from the plant at the same moment. The house plant, seizing the opportunity at hand, swallowed the two of them whole.
Moral: Never turn your back to a plant, particularly if it is a rather ravenous one.