I tried. I really, really tried. You remember my plant experiment, right? The one in the blue tin? At one point there were a dozen little green shoots reaching for the sky. I watered them, misted them, talked to and encouraged them. I put them out in the sun. I brought them in from the torrential rains. Then they died.
Look at this.
Pathetic. There is that one lonely scrub who is clinging tenaciously to life, trying to beat the odds. But let's face facts. I am some kind of botanical serial killer.