The impact surprised Grant and he dropped his phone, immediately bending over and clutching his stomach. He was pretty sure he just got the wind knocked out of him.

When he finally did catch his breath, he heard another language and...what was that? The person was blaming him for this?

"Idiot??" He grabbed the pot, more to try to figure out what the hell he'd been impaled with than to be helpful. "I was just standing here, minding my own business when I was viciously attacked by...is this a juneberry?"