When I was little, my mother would tell me that if I played with her plants (notably Heart Leaf Philodendrons, which are essentially vines that hang down RIGHT BY MY SEAT AT THE DINNER TABLE.) they would slowly grow towards where I sit during dinner, and strangle me when nobody was looking. I never believed her, but I still feel a little nervous when I find a vine resting on my shoulder.
My mother has had these plants since college, and like one or two summers ago one of the plants got into a separate pot and took root. So I snipped them apart and ta-da! My very own plant. Sure, I could have just bought one but... what fun would that be?
So on Sunday I brought in my plant so it doesn't die in the freezing cold (like my other plants) and it now rests by my bed.
Why do I have a cane? Funny story really. Oh well, maybe another blog.
Note how I placed the long part towards me, and not the light, so it will grow AWAY from my face.
Speaking of my face. I have decided to post another picture of me. With a cane. And a hat. And a creepy face.
So this is also the last thing any stalkers will see before I ram my cane into their forehead.
I hoped you enjoyed this! NOW COMMENT BEFORE I STOP DOING THE SHIT.