These are my succubae, I mean, succulents. They live on my windowsill in my office in their cheerful colored pots. They are pretty. They are prickly. They thrive on neglect. What more could a girl want from a potted plant?
Well, if you are me, you might want this:
Mr. Beagle got me the homeliest, spiniest, poisonest, plant he could: a little crown of thorns (one that I can only guess did not like the recent cold weather). I’m delighted. The perfect Valentine for a girl who isn’t all that in to Valentine’s Day. I can’t wait to get it potted up and introduce it to the other succubae.