Mitchell

To deal with the fact that I live alone in a tiny flat I decided to buy a cactus, which Dave has helped me name Mitchell.

The thing about a cactus is that it only needs to be watered once a month so 96% of the time I have to resist the urge to be nurturing and feel useless. Plus I recently remembered that one the way desert plants deal with a lack of water is by not opening their stoma for gas exchange very often, meaning the ten minutes I spend trying to donate carbon dioxide like a good cactus mum is just ten minutes of me talking to a cactus for no apparent reason. Still, I love my Mitchell and I love having something to come home to and to sit quietly with me while I memorize protein signaling cascades.