Bamboozled

Years back, my dear friend ML gave me a "lucky bamboo" for our birthday (we share a birthday... don't ask).

I should clarify something. Plants do not do well with me. They tend to die. Quickly.

It's a testament to the hardiness of bamboo that this plant is still alive and indeed thriving.

It requires water once a week. Otherwise I occasionally give it mild plant food and have pretty much left it alone to do its bamboo thing.

Every once in a while I consider transplanting (heh) it outside to just thrive somewhere, but I figure that might piss someone off.

Last week, one of my cube neighbors commented how much the plant was growing. The blessed thing is sprouting up like a weed. He asked: "that thing is still in the same little pot? Dude, you need to move it to a bigger pot."

Huh. I never even thought about it.

So I bought a five dollar pot and dumped some used coffee grounds in it on the half-remembered story that coffee grounds make for great compost.

This morning, I moved the bamboo into its new home. It took some... persuading... to get it out of the old pot.

Said persuasion wound up spraying crap, including used coffee grounds, all over my desk.

F*ck.

I've gathered up most of the grounds and covered the bamboo's roots. Here's hoping this doesn't kill the poor thing.