The Brain Cactus Part II - Even Grosser

While living in Malibu, I acquired a lot of plants and cactuses. Now that I'm living in a quark-sized studio apartment in Venice, I have to rotate them so they all get adequate sunshine. I leave some inside and some in the front of the building and routinely swap'em out. The brain sat on my windowsill for longer than it should have. I was reluctant to put it out there because well, it gives people the creeps.

Then I guess I overwatered it because part of it got all soggy and started turning brown while the rest took on a fuzzy gray look. It was confusing! I thought it was dying and so I killed it by accident. I thought I'd take it outside and repot it. If it just had room to grow, it'd be fine. There I was kneeling on the concrete with a spatula trying to dig the sucker out of its current home. It wouldn't budge which meant I was going to have to remove it with my hands.

I couldn't bring myself to touch it for more than a nanosecond so I got a plastic bag and tried to pull it out with that but I couldn't even touch it through the bag without serious williness going on. I decided that the best course of action would be to delicately dump it out onto the ground, turn it over, then put it in the larger pot. So I did just that but when I turned it over, it just fell into pieces because of its sogginess. Barfarama! Somehow I got it into the plastic bag but I don't remember how - perfect example of how the mind blocks out memories of traumatic events - and laid it to rest in el dumpstero.

(There will not be a Part III to this story and I'm very thankful for that.)