St. Patrick's Curse Never Felt So Good

A couple of days ago I brought the big 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!

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!