Last night I sat in front of the fire, knitting and watching some TV. I was minding my own business when suddenly a cactus attacked me, it literally jumped me and I bear the scratches to prove it.
Maybe I should explain how I even got myself into the position of being attacked by a cactus as I am not really a cactus fan – I find them quite ugly and I have never really owned one.
Anyway, a good friend of mine bought a house this year and since she is still doing it up and no one, not even a cactus, can live in the house in the moment she has found a bed-in-a-shed at her boyfriend’s house and has asked me to cactus-sit. And I have been – dutifully ignoring it (which is not that easy as it is 180cm tall and very prickly) and watering it from time-to-time. And yes, I have even given it a name – Fred.
So, Fred and I have been living side by side, peacefully enough, and every now and then he will pull my hair or prick me if I come to close. Until yesterday that is – for no reason what so ever, no provocation or to-close-cleaning, Fred decided to topple on top of me. No warning, no ‘timber’, just a silent, slow topple.
Luckily, I was able to ward off the attack with my right arm, and while I am now quite badly scratched – looks like I’ve been in a fight with a very large and angry tom-cat – Fred stayed mostly intact, all he lost was a tiny little ‘branch’ (no idea what they are called in cacti lingo).
Now I am truly looking forward to the day Fred will move out – no hard feelings but I don’t like prickly pranks