Serial flower killer!

Serial killer

It was a beautiful summer day and I thought I would take a stroll to my mom's house.  Since she does live in the same mobile home park, it wasn't much of a walk at all.  It was relatively quiet, but for the few birds that were chirping and kids playing in the distance.  As I rounded the corner going towards my mom's mobile home, I heard a screen door slam.  When I neared the mobile home where the bang had come from, I heard an older women grumbling to herself.  I thought, "must be having a bad day," and started past.  I was a bit startled when she began screaming, "You rotten son of a *******".  I turned to see who she was screaming at, hoping it wasn't me.  She charged at her flower bed and began ripping flowers out by the hands-full.  "I'll teach you to f*** with me, you lousy bas*****."
I made a wide birth around her as she continued assaulting the poor flowers.  Suddenly, she stood up straight and walked calmly into her mobile home with a satisfied grin across her face; her flower bed a mess of torn and crushed flowers and leaves.
Now, I'm thinking that I don't really like the idea of my kids having to pass this flower killer's home in order to get to grandmas' house.  I keep visualizing little red riding hood, but instead of the wolf, it's the big, bad, freaking blossom butcher who takes on the image of a sweet older lady who bakes cookies all the time.  I'm going to keep a keen eye on this woman.