So my husband chopped it down for me in June, 2006 so I could sleep at night.
And look how the stalks have multiplied. (The better to stalk you with, my dear. heh heh heh--evil cactus laugh, in case you couldn't tell.) Check out the base of this thing? Don't tell me it doesn't make you want to scream and run?
There's a moral here. There's a definite moral here:
Beware what you plant, it just might take root. And while I'm dishing out wisdom . . . beware of what you close your eyes to and turn your back on and machete to death, it just might come back to haunt you.
I'm baaaaaack! heh heh heh . . .
(You have my permission to use this wisdom in your next Sunday school lesson).