We had to throw out one of our plants, Battlecat. Sarah said the plant had spider mites and had to go before they spread to other plants.
Sarah: It's kind of sad.
Me: Yeah. I always thought of that plant as being you.
Sarah: Me? Why was that one me?
Me: Because I'm the tall one.
Sarah: What about the other two.
Me: They're off to the sides. They're just friends.
Sarah: Well... eventually we can go buy a new me.
2 comments:
Oh boy. I better not die during this blog. That would be the worst. It would also make this post super ominous.
"Spider-mites?" That sounds horrific!
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