St. Patrick's Curse Never Felt So Good
A couple of days ago I brought Steller Cactus inside. There was a note on my front door from the apartment management about impending pressure washing. We were to clear our patios and such in preparation. This written notice has produced a spiny intrusion that has since been a great hazard in my household.
It seems that no matter how I contort my body, I somehow come in contact with the tiny needles. They attack in groups and tend to form painful clumps in my shirt or skin. This afternoon I got stuck with a needle as I turned the light off, even though I'm pretty sure I didn't touch the plant. The needle has been bothering me all day, and wasn't sticking out far enough to extract with my fingers.
In a desperate effort to ease my pain, I walked to 7-11 in my slippers after midnight. Talk about an unlikely find! They specifically had a pair of tweezers for sale. Who knew? Now I am free of cactus induced annoyance. I warned the clerk there to never get a cactus! Speaking of 7-11, happy birthday, my Sweetness!
Huh? "St. Patrick's Curse"? Well, on that day of green, people go around pinching those who don't wear green, right? Well, then pinching is the curse. In this case, a pinch - by tweezers - is exactly the relief I needed!