The unwelcome traveller

Hey bugsy, what are you doing on my mint leaves? Where have you travelled from? From the lush mint fields, uprooted by a farmer, up on the truck, to the shop at Box Hill? Or from the field of another plant, to the shop at Box Hill, where you were placed right beside the mint leaves and decided to move because the mints smelled more enticing than say, carrots?

Either way, you shouldn't have come. I'm not quite sure if this house is safer for you, than fields or gardens where you might be afraid of birds or snakes. Please don't come back again.