Gigs, my botanist son, is a keeper of plants. They are on his dresser,
hanging on the towel racks, window ledges, and even in the shower.
And he's mastered the art of propagation and cross-pollination.
You should see his scorpion terrarium; it's a regular jungle
and a 5-star residence for his creepy friend.
I got up and walked outside to find Nicholas on the
front porch in his undies, catching bugs and moths for food for his critters.
This morning while he was at school, I went to his room and took photos
of his leafy friends, the abandoned turtle shell he found in the woods
that he bleached white, and the preserved critters he framed.
I also found the spoon that has been missing for weeks now.