"Think... giant sentient flytraps that walk on tentacle-like roots for legs and hang upside down from trees and attract prey with sweet-smelling saliva. I own one myself and even after years and years of working with the monster... well. I won't let anyone near it without me."

She'd show him a picture if he really wanted, but... perhaps this one is best left to the imagination. "Yeah. But this also part rose, so maybe... I'd have to be sure though. The last thing I want to do is take it with me and have it die, you know?"