Steve often marvels at how I answer all my comments. I just marvel at the fact that people comment at all, and that not only do they comment, but sometimes tell me stories.
Wacky stories. Like that one time? When my boyfriend’s cactus was shot in a drive-by?
The unanswered question, the thing I’m hoping Willa will come back and address, is whether the cactus lived. Because at this point, even though I don’t grow them, I think I want to start collecting ways to kill a cactus:
- Overwater it.
- Shoot it.
I’m not planning to use this list, mind you. It’s just that you never know when this kind of information might come in handy.