Cactus Light Stand

Cactus lights

As a child, I was given a cactus to look after. This is a challenge I willfully accepted under the proviso that cacti, like the common cockroach, were more or less apocalyptic proof. As it transpired, however, cactus just hadn’t met an adversary as negligent and lazy as I before. Safe to say, said cactus barely lasted the week and, subsequently, a lack of green fingers was added to my, my already vastly extensive, list of inefficiencies. With some twenty years or so having passed since I allowed that cactus to die under my supervision and purview, I think the scars are sufficiently healed for me to have another crack of the whip. Obviously, I a] hate plants and b] won’t subject another living cactus to my unique brand of “care” which included waterboarding – so, I’ve opted to look after a decidely more awesome cactus on this occasion in the form of this visually stunning (but blatantly bonkers) Cactus Light Stand, which I will plonk in the corner of the flat and serve as a constant reminder of my ineptitude at looking after plant life. Don’t even get me started on what happened when my primary school entrusted a gerbil into my care. Hint: It didn’t end well. And involved a viking funeral. And a lengthy expulsion from school.

Cactus Light Stand

It lasted a week. Then was cut down by Brazilian loggers. At my bequest. Made a pretty penny on the materials.



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