The abandoned lot was the perfect place for Her to breed them: no human ever dare going there for several reasons not relevant to this story yet… except for the remoteness of the place, being a buffer zone between the pinnacle of the greedy human civilization and the pristine Nature wilderness, pristine as far as Nature manages to counteract the human greed.

Inside a cave She carefully bore there, She pursued the first part of Her plan. Starting with two couples, She ended up breeding thousands of Hottentotta tamulus, the lil reddies, meticulously feeding and caring for them. In a second cave so they wouldn’t fight each other, She also bred thousands of Dendroaspis polylepis, the dark mouthed speedy warriors. She went there every single day, twice or thrice times, to feed them by luring prey into each cave. She always stayed to watch the little critters being mercilessly devoured by both kinds of fearsome predators.

Eventually, She reached such a reasonable amount for the second part of Her plan: send an ultimate message to anthropocentric greed, not with bombs or guns, but with something that no security personnel, army or tank could resist. One by one, luxurious mansions and pompous skyscrapers were claimed back by Nature. No electrified fence or steel barrier were able to stop Nature, and the guards fell to the ground as their organs started to shut down after countless bites. Many of the so-called “brave” soldiers, from cops to military men, tried to run (where’s all your mighty now, mankind?), but they didn’t expect lightning bolts embodied as pale reptiles.

As for Her, the woman in this story, you might think She’s some kind of criminal. Good luck calling 911 to report and take Her to jail, because She’s not a woman, because She’s not a human: She’s the Mother Nature you pretend you forgot, but She’s here to remind you from Her undeniable and irrevocable existence, and the abandoned lot is the place where She’s establishing Her headquarters after you humans started to expand your glass-and-concrete jungle thinking you’re the owners of this Pale Blue Dot (you’re not, mortal weak apes).