Nick's plant, which has had a place in his life much longer than I have, has had this chronic wasting disease since, oh, around the beginning April. We'll come home to leaves strewn across the floor, others that seem to self destruct, eating away at
themselves and looking quite brown and fragile. Poor plant.
Turns out, the chronic wasting disease has a name: Sophie.
Sophie: Uh oh...think she sees me?