Take a look at my poor poor little plant guy. If you will remember the pot head (from an earlier post) that I grew, and loved, and cared for. Well, then this is him after I got back from Europe. He was the first thing I noticed when I got home. I squealed in delight which quickly turned into disgust. Mom said she just didn't have the heart to throw him out, even though MOLD is growing on his face and his grassy hair has crumbled and died. The spores on his nose look like frost bite. Awwww, what sadness, I dumped him into the trash.
