I confess: I’ve killed again. <sigh> I’m already a serial killer, somebody stop me before I become a mass murderer! (I’m looking at you, dust bunnies.)
This time it wasn’t by dismemberment, (cow), or by smashing it to smithereens, ( elephant), burying it alive, (cat), or shooting it down, (butterflies). [Poor things, they were considered so insignificant, they didn’t even rate their own post. My hard heartedness has no bounds. Do I even have a conscience??]
No, this time it was by starvation. {I like to vary my methods to keep the thrill of killing fresh. Nothing worse than a bored killer on the loose.}
Anyhoo, the poor poinsettia plant on the porch, FL room if you must, got it in the neck. I just totally ignored it, every time I went in and out of the house. Even though someone, Sweet Friend perhaps, suggested it could do with a drink of water. Cruelly, I refused. Even though I could hear faint cries of “Water, please, water!” As I continued to ignore them, they grew fainter, and more faint.
I did however, stop PP from playing with the leaves. Besides the fact that they are poisonous, there does need to be some kinda respect for the dead.
Poor poisoned Poinsettia, peace out.
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