As it turns out, Matt and I are tougher to survive than a desert. For fun, I’ll use a favorite desert of mine as an example. The Great Sandy Desert (gotta love those Australian’s and their naming prowess, this creative name makes me laugh almost every time I think of it). Matt and I are deadlier to a cactus than Great Sandy.
We bought this cactus from Ikea about 3 years ago. It had been given little care, was on clearance (not a good sign for a living thing to be on clearance, but typically the only time we purchase a plant) , and knowing Ikea the cactus had probably been called ‘Mindre Anläggning.’
We brought it home and completely ignored it aside from occasional “oh right, we have a cactus -how often do they need water?’ feedings. We ignored it so thoroughly that even now I’m not sure how long it has been dead. I think it was alive a few months ago…
I will most likely attempt to revive it before realizing it’s a lost cause and throwing it out in a month.
*For anyone confused by this post, let me clarify. I am not tougher than ice cream which is a dessert (two s’s) but rather an arid place with sparse vegetation due to little rainfall -a desert (one s).
