Cactus

I know that any plant will die in my care because I will forget to water it or put it in a place where it can’t thrive. So I bought a cactus to avoid harming an innocent plant. A cactus, I decided, would survive me.

And what do you think? I found a way to damage the poor cactus. Normally, when people need to write a check, they just write it. I, however, always create a lot of hustle and bustle, a lot of flailing and arm-waving around the process. I was writing checks and somehow managed to knock off the cactus from a high shelf. The pot flew off into the air, the ground and that white stuff they add to it to feed the cactus or whatever spilled everywhere, and the poor plant dropped onto the floor.

The cactus now looks like a furry, prickly green pang of conscience even though I re-potted it (using the soil from N.’s aloe plant I killed a while ago).