Dear Cactus Jack,
I brought you home four years ago on this day. Together we’ve moved from apartment to apartment, experiencing much along the way. Remember the few times you accidentally stabbed me, the apartment where it rained inside, the random Houston snow day, and that one hurricane? We’ve had our share of good times too, like the day we moved from the apartment that rained inside. Our best times together are always on a hot summer day, when you move closer to the sun’s heat and sing out with joy as you take a windowsill seat.
Cactus Jack, you and I are one in the same, we tolerate the intolerable, but you more so than me. Your resilience, as incredible as it is, has limits and so it seems there are next steps to take in promoting your growth. Perhaps, transplanting you to a larger home and propagating your budding baby cacti. On second thought, the risk of propagation and transplantation—what in carnation? Might be too advanced for me. But I’m just not sure, I’m afraid any action other than the occasional trickle of water will make you die. Please stay alive.
Yours,
Veronica Haze
