A-hem... *applies ridiculous horribly fake British accent*
In a reasonably sized front yard in an average neighborhood near an average elementary school, there is an extraordinary flower by the name of the gazania. It is bright orange, looks like a giant daisy, and, in comfortable conditions, it spreads everywhere like a weed on steroids. The yard's owners are lucky it hasn't started strangling the rest of their newly planted flowers yet.
In the afternoon, or on cloudy, shady days, the gazania gets tired of staring at the sun and closes its eyes (and petals) and goes to sleep. it looks dead and wilted at night, but it opens up again every morning, coming back to life like a zombie flower. It hates old men who stand in its light and it loves anyone who will kindly get out of its sun-stare zone.
I am patiently waiting for the day when it will attack my strange next door neighbor as he comes to return our ever-escaping turtle. (who is really old, we don't even know how old. The turtle, I mean, not the guy, although that's true of him too. but he's still evil. I will defeat him someday.)