Monday, December 12, 2011
A New Car, and Worms
Yesterday, I went to a car dealership with my husband and my dad. My car has not been doing very well, and I was considering buying a new car instead of pouring a lot of money into repairing my old one. I did not think for a minute that I would walk out with a new car, but that's exactly what happened! My husband and my dad took care of the negotiations, and I got an amazing deal. Yippee!
Late last night, I decided to move one of my plants to another pot. My dad had given me a lucky bamboo years ago, and it was outgrowing its pot. It should have been pretty simple to move the plant, but it did not turn out that way. As soon as I had taken the plant out of the pot, I was assaulted by a stench that smelled like sulfur. I guess I had let the plant stay in the small pot too long, and some of the roots had started to decay. And smell. Really badly.
I managed to get the plant out, but I wanted to wash the pebbles because they were all slimy and nasty. As I was washing them, my hand touched something wriggly and slimy and moving. It turned out to be a worm...a big black disgusting worm. Which is particularly disturbing because the plant has always been indoors. But when I felt this slimy moving thing, I panicked, and kinda threw the worm and the pebbles I was holding into the sink.
After that, my husband took over the washing of the pebbles. He was smart and used a gas mask to protect his nose from the stink.
Unfortunately, some of pebbles actually went down the drain and the sink needs to be taken apart to retrieve all the pebbles so they don't damage the garbage disposal. Oops. Lucky for me, my husband knows a lot of construction and home repair, and can fix it himself. Yeah, I think I learned my lesson. Don't move a lucky bamboo to a different pot. Just buy a new bamboo.