Reaping The Harvest

(4/20/12 photo prompt for Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers ...)

Predictable. It's simply a question of selecting the proper seed. Just as we'll never bear the fruit of love by sowing fear and mistrust, so too will we never savor full and luscious flavors by using artificial fertilizers to speed the growing process. The trap must be carefully set.

This one fits the bill.

Wet moss and damp mud stimulates their enhanced sense of smell. An addictive craving for water draws them like bees to nectar. The drip must be slow to hold them still and in one place. Once they're relaxed, the net falls silently, and they are ours.