Blueberry Punch!
Lucien sighed, thinking it was the last animafolia for the day. However, he was still confused about the self-destruct ones.
The strawberries and grapes seemed fine, albeit with their screaming and blinking eyes giving off baby and toddler vibes.
He remembered Amanda's words: Animafolia is a bitch. And they truly were—mischievous toddlers wanting to crush anyone who tried to catch them.
Lifting the big jar, he looked at it. The jar had a function to make the animafolia 'sleep,' stopping their screams or visual hallucinations, which was a relief.
He rose and said to the two women, "Let's get back and take this to Gibson."
They agreed and headed back to the strawberry field. But before they arrived, Lucien saw farmers trying to catch blueberry animafolia, and it was chaos.
Now he understood the self-destruct ones.