It was sitting in my apartment building's foyer. Sometimes people in my building leave things they no longer want on a table just next to the stairs as a sort of "take it or it's getting thrown out" free yard sale. It was a pretty sad looking little plant with all its withered leaves and dried up soil, but as I started to pass it on my way up the steps I noticed a pop of green (my favorite color!). After picking out all the dead and dried pieces I discovered a few surviving leaves (leaves? I think it's a cactus breed. What the heck do you call their equivalent of "leaves?"). I felt bad for the little guy! Drawn to it, even. I couldn't just leave it pathetically sitting there, waiting to be thrown out.
So I found this plant...and I've decided to try and save it. Since I don't know what it is or where to begin caring for it I'll be walking it down my block to the local nursery tomorrow. Which won't make me look silly at all...carrying a half dead plant down my busy street on a Saturday.
But I don't care. Every life deserves a second shot, right?