Let Us Bow Our Heads...

This morning my one and only plant died.  Rather, it was murdered.  In a random act of drive-by kitteh violence (or a late night game of "King of the Hill"), the only plant that I've been able to keep alive for more than 2 consecutive months died, scared and alone behind my TV.  This plant has had an attempt on it's life before, the only survivor of a double homicide by leaping kitteh in which my TV did not survive.  That time, I was able to repot her in fresh soil, douse her in water and plant food, and vacuum up her innards, thereby saving one of the 2 reminders of my lengthy stay in the hospital (the other being a 6 inch scar on my abdomen).

But this time the damage is too great for the 2 year old Peace Lily.  She spent the night laying on the heating grate, with her guts splayed all over the mess of cable behind the TV and slowly cooked to death.  I had to throw her in the trash (after cussing out the cats and saying a little prayer) and leave the remains of her carcass on the carpet, much like the liquefied highway carrion of an unfortunate squirrel, until I have time after work to vacuum them up.

It's all so…so…so senseless!