handle with care

hanging my head to think about those poor wildflowers . . . .

they're not so hearty as to be watered on whimsy, perhaps left in appropriate-intensity sunlight and thrive nonetheless.

they're not 'safe.'

'they're so beautiful and exotic,' you say. 'i'd love to keep one in my home, but i just know i'll kill it.'

i'm disappointed in your pussy-like attitude. grow some balls already.

oh. but wait a second. i'm scared to kill them too. that's why i'm surrounded by succulents and spider plants . . . palms . . . ivy . . . .

they're 'safe.'

. . .

hmm, sadness . . . .

theatrical pause

wait! i just remembered! i DO have wildflowers! i do! they were a gift!

and i tried!!!

. . . and they succeeded!

oh sweet relief . . . !

hold off on the hypocrisy.