There comes a point in every crime fighter’s career where they get into a compromised situation while in civies which leaves them with two options:
A: Do nothing and protect your secret identity and endure what could possibly be a humiliating ordeal and hope someone else “rescues” them. B: Take action and risk revealing your secret identity to the bad guys.
One autumn night a meteorite fell down onto a nondescript pumpkin field. Bathed in its strange radiation the crop mutated into hideous carnivorous creatures that began crawling about the countryside seeking prey. Once snared the victim is killed and, using their vines to control the corpse like a macabre puppet to shamble along while feeding on the soft tissue until only bones remain all the while seeking their next victim….
"Aw, c'mon boys. Surely you can find it in you to let little ol' innocent me go and forget about this chest of treasure that I totally found just lying on the street?"