My brother has a cactus. Just one tiny cactus, in a pot, on the window, behind the sink, alone. It was in his house when he bought it. Perhaps the previous cactus owners wanted to give him a chance at a new life rather than put him to sleep. The cactus is left completely alone, as he does not need water to perform his cactus role.
My brother also has a baby, who is the most totally rad baby I have ever met. I visit frequently to hang out with said baby and give the baby creators a break. About two months ago, I noticed that at around 4:00 the cactus is no longer in direct sunlight. I have no idea if cacti need sunlight to survive, but regardless it seemed polite at the time to move him a few inches to the left for optimal sunlight intake.
I return another day, and find that Prïckles Vinny has been pushed into the corner once again. I slide him back a little. He deserves some space.
Returning once more, Prïckles Vinny is now on the other side of the window, in the opposite corner. I recognized this as some weird kind of chess. The rules of this game being undefined, I push Prïckles Vinny out of the corner just a few inches, and eagerly awaited my opponents move.
The Baby Creators have a lot of guests that visit regularly, so I have no idea who I am playing cactus chess with, but I think I’m winning. I remain adamant, scooting that little dude out of the corner every visit for weeks, until one day I discover a yellow post-it note on the bottom of the pot.
[i]”Who is moving the cactus?”[/i]
This note was clearly written by my sister-in-law. Perfect opportunity for me to demonstrate one of my lesser-known talents; FORGERY
In handwriting identical to my brothers, I reply:
[i]”I am a sentient cactus. I crave the warmth of the sun you continue to deny me.” [/i]
Again, I have no idea if cacti need sunlight, but desert logic I guess.
My next visit the post-it was gone, and Prïckles Vinny was positioned in the very center of the window. Triumph. I rest easy knowing this cactus receives the respect he has not earned, but deserves by principle. Neither Creator has mentioned the game of cactus control, though I can only assume my brother was blamed and plead insanity, or my sister-in-law made no mention of the joke.
Or maybe she believes Prïckles Vinny really is a sentient cactus.
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1 ReplyI always like the names that you give.
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This made me chuckle while waiting for my order at Taco Bell. Now people are looking at me funny.
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Another quality post.
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2 RepliesBump for prïckels
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The cactus is sentient and Forged the note with your sister-in-laws hand writing, He wanted to know why someone would wake him up with sunlight during his naptime...
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This was a good read.
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4 RepliesHow do you know the note was written by your sister-in-law?
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Cacti are beautiful little things. We have a lot where I am, and everyone hates them for some reason. Big sad.
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Prïckles Vinny. The true hero of the story. By way of minding his own business he has overcome two of the ‘Lope family with sheer ignorance to their existence. 👐 👏 👐 👏 He’s not the hero we wanted, but the one we needed. Finally a semi-inanimate sharp object that doesn’t attack ‘lope, but uses her sweetness to his advantage.