Luckily, that fear response means she’s still alive. That’s good, because otherwise you’d have to hurry down and consume her entirely, as is nymph tradition. Though you’re not particularly hungry.
Uh oh, looks like this veritable cloudburst of ICHOROUS EXCRETION has attracted the attention of your shubhurb’s precious darling local idol, MEEMAW.
That is not her name.
No one is old enough to remember what her name was.
