The plants are my friends...

...they're blowing in the wind. No, actually, they're conducting clannish root-sessions, according to an MSNBC article you can find here. . Wow. Who knew they were all touchy-feely with their families, and hands-offish with strangers? And territorial. If they're this sentient, does that mean carrots can "feel" it when we slice them up to put in a salad; or that a dismembered tree "screams" in a fireplace? . This brings back vaguely unsettling memories of a film from the 60's, called The Day Of The Triffids. A great movie, BTW. Wiki's article on it is here. I didn't realize it was based on a book, which I'm now gonna have to try to find. . Oh well. I'm sure PETA will issue an idiotic bulletin about "Our Friends The Flora", and vegans will now be reduced to eating rocks, Elmer's glue, dittoheads, and other inanimate objects.