Planting seeds of disaster
my world is simple and yet frustrating at times. This is a story of how i made the attempt to transform my black and shriveled thumb into a lovely spring green.
we went and got a tomato and pepper plant for our balcony. Oh hell yeah we are going to have a fruity balcony!
Maxx ate my damn pepper plant. Bastard. So there was still a leaf left, the stalk mostly bare and charlie brown christmas-like.
but our houseplants are dying like crazy... what the hell is wrong with them? we t hink they are pot bound so we head out to home depot for some bigger pots. god i love home depot, but then i am a big lesbian aren't i?
'bigger pots' turned into flowers, a railing box, and some bigger pots.
because, well you know.. the lesbian thing...
and of course we find out that our medium light box was actually getting too much light because we were putting them outside to be nice! We were actually burning our plants like orchids in the sahara! silly us.
now our balcony is beautiful and our shrivelled and burnt up houseplants are inside, rehabilitating. we have our pepper plant (the remnants) and a flower pot up on the table out of maxx's reach. Or so we think. Because of course while taking the dog out last night we look up to see Maxx happily gnoshing on the flowers. Sitting on the table. NOOO!!! we yell, but of course he ignores us till I storm up the steps and chase him around the house. The little bastard chewed the only leaf on my pepper plant. And of course the flower leaves.
So moral of the story, short of a shotgun/arsonic/concrete shoe swim, any ideas on getting this damn cat to stop eating my damn plants??
oh and on a side note, Maxx is happily boxing the shit out of Ralphie right now. I THINK they are playing.... I see no claws after all...
we went and got a tomato and pepper plant for our balcony. Oh hell yeah we are going to have a fruity balcony!
Maxx ate my damn pepper plant. Bastard. So there was still a leaf left, the stalk mostly bare and charlie brown christmas-like.
but our houseplants are dying like crazy... what the hell is wrong with them? we t hink they are pot bound so we head out to home depot for some bigger pots. god i love home depot, but then i am a big lesbian aren't i?
'bigger pots' turned into flowers, a railing box, and some bigger pots.
because, well you know.. the lesbian thing...
and of course we find out that our medium light box was actually getting too much light because we were putting them outside to be nice! We were actually burning our plants like orchids in the sahara! silly us.
now our balcony is beautiful and our shrivelled and burnt up houseplants are inside, rehabilitating. we have our pepper plant (the remnants) and a flower pot up on the table out of maxx's reach. Or so we think. Because of course while taking the dog out last night we look up to see Maxx happily gnoshing on the flowers. Sitting on the table. NOOO!!! we yell, but of course he ignores us till I storm up the steps and chase him around the house. The little bastard chewed the only leaf on my pepper plant. And of course the flower leaves.
So moral of the story, short of a shotgun/arsonic/concrete shoe swim, any ideas on getting this damn cat to stop eating my damn plants??
oh and on a side note, Maxx is happily boxing the shit out of Ralphie right now. I THINK they are playing.... I see no claws after all...
