A phrase in the post before, put me in mind of another, which I share here:
6 Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
7 Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler,
8 Provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
I was so reminded because of this remarkable little short story by John Wyndham, who was also kind enough to give us the cinematic frisson of Night of the Triffids and The Midwich Cuckoos (known in filmdom as Village of the Damned--do attempt to avoid John Carpenter's atrocious remake--the early black and white version is quite creepy and atmospheric).
And I suppose we need to give him remote credit for some of the high points of intro theme of The Rocky Horror Picture Show:
And I really got hot
When I saw Janette Scott
Fight a Triffid that spits poison and kills
I remember watching this remarkable film when I was quite young and still have a reluctance to enter a saw-palmetto patch (for more reasons than the Triffids might provide.)
Wow, talk about stream of consciousness--rattlesnakes to Proverbs to Triffids. What a scary place my mind must be to visit--I'll have to go there sometime.