Analysis Of My Grandma The Poisoner

“My Grandma The Poisoner” is an online article written by John Reed and posted by VICE. The content in this article recounts the story of a grandmother who took up the habit of poisoning people. The author tells of his childhood, and the strange and seemingly impossible occurrences that plagued his life. Mysterious bagged bodies of dead animals, people sleeping for 72 hours consecutively, and the most disturbing piece of the puzzle is the fact that 5 people found themselves talking their final breath all while living under the woman's roof lead to a gruesome conclusion that the boy would eventually reach, but not understand why. The most plausible conclusion one can draw as to why a grandma would attempt to murder her family, various animals, …show more content…
Everything was a burden to her; the mouths she or her grandchildren had to feed, activities her children enjoyed, down to saving the last penny by buying, or more likely dumpster-diving, for recalled and therefore, cheap, products. Additionally, she went out of her way to remind everyone to save money in the most extreme of ways, “Grandma would say not flushing saved money, but really, she just wanted to remind you everything was about saving money.” She solved her problems another way too, by poisoning people. Her paranoid brain drawing the conclusion of if there is no mouth and nobody to mooch off of her like her boyfriend did, then she would be cutting costs. The Great Depression pushed everyone to cut costs as much as possible, obviously this mindset lingered in the grandmother's mind. She put her boyfriend out of his misery when she was forced to take care of him after he was injured. When she found out Benjamin, her favored grandson, and his wife were pregnant, while the two of them were over at her house to deliver the happy news, she went into hysterics about “having to another mouth to feed” and how they just couldn't afford it. The baby was eventually miscarried. A late miscarriage implies quite heavily sabotage, if you could call it that. This also solves her problem with leaving herself open to hurt again. She didn't need another person to become attached to, responsible for, and might leave her in the dust like so many have done before, so she nipped the problem in the bud. When her daughter, Martha, was diagnosed with cancer and stayed with her mother, she never recovered and died. Her second husband went the same way too. Diagnosed with cancer, Grandma cared for him, “but no matter how much he ate, he kept losing weight and withered away. Or… Again, it could have just been the cancer.” The