I killed a plant. Not a plant that was fully grown and had enjoyed a long content life. Nope. Not me. I killed a teeny tiny, itty bitty, plant. A baby at the beginning of it’s journey. A little dot of green that I was transporting to it’s new human.
Snuffed out before it even reached the prime of it’s life!
A friend of mine wanted to purchase the above little guy from someone on FB Marketplace, the seller lives only ten minutes from where I live, so I was asked if I could pick up the baby plant for her. Easy right?
I get to the area, park what seemed like a close distance to the apartment building, ended up going through an alley, wandering a bit, let’s say taking the scenic route rather than using the word “lost” ok? Anyways! I eventually ended up at the right spot, we did a contactless purchase, and I walked away with the smallest plant ever.
Took a picture for my friend to provide proof of life, drove home, got out of my vehicle, jostled the little plant pot the smallest amount, had a little ball of dirt fly out of the pot, and uh, killed the baby plant. Seems that when that little ball of dirt flew out it took the plant with it. Oops?
I searched for the little plant but it was dark, and rainy, and it landed on the street, and even with my flashlight I couldn’t spot it. I did however find the little ball of dirt so I picked that up and put it back in the pot. So ya know, I saved the dirt but lost the baby plant.
I’ve decided that the plant chose to jump. It wanted to have adventure, to explore the great outdoors, to live feral rather than the pampered life of an indoor plant! Such a brave little guy!
Now all I have to give my friend tomorrow is a little pot of dirt. sigh. I messaged the seller and told her what happened and on Thursday evening after work I will be going back, to pick up baby plant 2.0, and I will immediately be putting the entire pot in to a tupperware container to keep it safe during transport. No more suicidal / adventurous baby plants on my watch!
The Amazing Shrinking Woman 