What do you call a whole bunch of cacti? A cacophony of cacti? A catastrophe of cacti? I need a word, cuz that’s what I’m dealing with all of a sudden. My friend Brian (the now sadly departed feline Leonard’s person) was given all these tiny, prickly things a while back as a gift, and he was tending them in his office. But it turns out that the windows in his high-tech Manhattan office building are too high-tech: they filter out some kind of UV light that the cacti need, and they were starting to get sickly. And his new cats, Leonard’s understudies, won’t tolerate plants in the house. So here they are, in a room with absolutely no UV shielding at all. I already have a bunch of cacti, so they should be right at home.
Dunno why I love cacti so much. Could be it’s that they feel no need to show off, like so many plants do, with their shiny leaves and their colorful flowers. There’s no “Ooo, look at me with my pretty blossoms!” with cacti. No, they are what they are, and you can just buzz off if you don’t like it.
A few of my favorites from the new batch. This one looks like Shrek:
These look like potato chips, or maybe tongues:
Look, a bunny!:
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