Plant House REVISED 😎

I now have a tropical pitcher plant and an Australian pitcher plant, as well as a l’il terrarium I made out of lichens and moss from my front yard.

My sundews and bladderwort are doing really well. 🙂

I’ve also added a fan since pitchers like a breeze and a stocking tea bag filled with peat moss to make the water acidic and tannin rich for the sundews and bladderwort.

(I need to re-seed Bob. His previous chia sprouts went ham and then died, as they do.)

Plant House. 😎 2 sundews, a bladderwort, 2 air plants, Chia Bob Ross, and the Snail Jar.

Okay, the replacement replacement terrarium came in. LET’S SEE IF IT’S CRACK FREE.

I’ve gotta wonder what portion of those thinkpieces about how Baby Boomer dads have so much better DIY skills than Millennial dads boil down to self-reporting bias. Some of the jobs I’ve worked at in the past have required me to interact with the consequences of DIY home repair on a fairly regular basis, and it’s my experience that nearly all Baby Boomer dads think they have excellent DIY skills, but the results of actually putting those skills into practice typically range from “semi-functional” at best to “an active danger to everyone in the vicinity” at worst.

“I’m just going to watch Shrek in my head.”

As a little kid, I was SOOOOOO damn obsessed with Shrek.

I mean the kind of obsessed where I’d watch it over and over again days in a row. It was all I ever wanted to watch.

It got to the point where I had memorised it word-for-word, and beat-for-beat. This meant that, somehow, I could watch it in my head—timed perfectly. No fast forwarding, no skipping.

Now this was fine for car trips and such, because my dad would be like “Hey do you want some colouring-in to do?” And id be like “Nah, I’m going to watch Shrek in my head.”

Ocassionally my dad would ask where I was up to in the movie—just to check on me.

Youre probably thinking Huh that’s weird but cool I guess?

Wrong. Sort of.

It got so bad that I’d watch it in my head at night before I went to sleep. My dad would literally check on me at night, notice I was blankly staring up at the ceiling, and have to yell “Stop watching Shrek and go to sleep!”

I cant remember how this faded from being one of my abilities, but it sure was cool while it lasted.

But for a while, Shrek really WAS my life.

common spiny flower mantis, as an apology for the hiatus🌷

Most of the shit for my bugs’ new accommodations came in the mail today and holy shit are these some Large Boxes.