Karma Mama.
During my primary school days, I enjoyed poking and touching those touch-me-nots mimosa plants. Witnessing the closing of their leaves brings satisfaction to me like how the hardening of nipples does to satyric men.

In NS, I learnt how to prone which involves the acts of placing one hand down and lying down almost immediately when the command is given.
That one time..in field camp. "Enemy contacted!" My hands went down. Felt a sharp pain sticking into my fingers. I bent my head down and saw my childhood playmates once again. Bloody thorns and my bloody fingers.

The revenge of the mimosas. They were waving their pink fluffy balls with sadistic glee while I was grimacing. "That's for molesting us, you sick bastard." I shuddered at the karmic power of Mother Nature. Karma Mama.