“One of our best family friends grew agapanthus is a corner of the unfenced garden in front of her house, and she got so tired of boys’ taking shortcuts through her garden and tromping on her flowers that she had a housepainter make a sign that she stuck into the ground. It read: ‘Beware the Agapanthus.'”
I love this story. And going by words alone, I think an “Agapanthus” sounds a lot more terrifying than a “dog.” Like some kind of mythical creature with teeth sticking out at all angles.
All my drafts of essays and stories are stalled in the first or second paragraph, but I will try to get something up soon.