Kudzu is such a beautiful plant. Nothing here can kill it. The roots sink down too deep in the earth for us to rip them up, and they grow faster than any of these worthless, weak pines. Its vibrant, violet blooms dangle from their constricted victims, delicate and mesmerizing. There, in its hungry embrace, it sucks away all the life in the earth and keeps moving. Kudzu never stops moving and consuming. Its arms are the perfect place to discard a body. Don’t you think, Miss Beaumont?