Some weekends end with a relaxing lull some weekends end with a disappointing thud. This weekend I am enjoying the later.
Let's begin at the beginning... About 5 years ago a friend of mine moved back to Arkansas and gave me her favorite houseplant, a big bushy schefflera which I love, love, love. In general I'm not a stellar houseplant person. Now OMF on the other hand is total green thumb. Lucky me. That said I have been stoked at the success I've had keeping my prized schefflera alive.
Fast forward to this past summer when the Ol' Man and I had found a giant cow hide rug at the swap under the freeway for 50 smackers! A steal really.
Now let's revisit my original point about the way a weekend can end. We got home this evening after having a stellar meal at Andy Nguyen's to find that the house reeked like poo and greenery. We looked around and everything seemed normal on first glance. On closer inspection I noticed my precious plant knocked to the ground with several leaves chewed off. I then followed my nose into the living room where the cowhide resides and discovered the source of both smells. I believe the blanks can be filled in from here.
Like I said, thud.