August 4, 2011.
I spent all day getting up the nerve to scoop Petunia out of the flower pot. I figure it's like picking up a piece of raw chicken. At least that's what I kept telling myself.
I planned on putting a plastic bag over my hand, reaching in past Edgar, grabbing up Petunia and then folding the bag over her. As far as disposal, NYC trash cans have seen worse.
But when I got home from work, I found that Petunia had pretty well started dissolving into the dirt. I didn't really plan on this.
I spent all day getting up the nerve to scoop Petunia out of the flower pot. I figure it's like picking up a piece of raw chicken. At least that's what I kept telling myself.
I planned on putting a plastic bag over my hand, reaching in past Edgar, grabbing up Petunia and then folding the bag over her. As far as disposal, NYC trash cans have seen worse.
But when I got home from work, I found that Petunia had pretty well started dissolving into the dirt. I didn't really plan on this.
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