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| This tree is an argument against adoption. |
By the time you read this I may
already be dead. Just to warn you in case you stop by my place and notice a
horrifying stench coming from under the door which can only mean my rotting
corpse or perhaps a very botched attempt at a curry. The cause of death will
almost certainly be that I was impaled on the evil palm tree that I found in
the trash and nursed back to health. I now realize that the previous owner
tried to make this plant die a slow horrible death and it probably deserved that
fate but I came along and commuted the sentence.
The tips of the fronds on this palm
are as sharp as needles so it’s basically like having a knife tree in my house.
I didn’t really consider this fact before I brought it in the door, somewhat
overwhelmed by the spirit of rescuing a half-dead tree that stands about a
meter and a half tall. I have it quarantined behind a bookshelf, as you can
see, but the best place for it is probably inside of the dumpster.
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