Luke continues to climb, always making his move when the petal is furthest from him. Putting off the use of his plan for as long as he possibly could. For one there was no guarantee it would work, for another more important reason whether it worked or not it would surely alert other predators of his presence. If he could get away without resorting to it he would try. Still the further that time went on the more apparent this plant was not going to give up, and more than obvious he'd never make it too the roof. Luke cursed silently and pulled the object from the bag, pushing himself tight against the wall he said a silent prayer, pointing the aerosol can at the approaching petal, then removing a cigarette lighter from his pocket. He sparked the flame, then sprayed the can, a gout of fire springing from the nozzle and toward the plant!<br/><br/>The young man continues to climb, trying to keep it at bay with his improvised flame thrower.