|Headed toward the northwest|
This cactus lives in the bathroom to help dispel (difficult) energy. Occasionally the pot is dipped in water for a minute, drained, and returned to its perch on the back of the toilet. The details are fuzzy in my mind, but perhaps it drank too much, or sat too long in water.
|Bloated and squishy|
Lifting the plant to inspect the reason for the lean revealed that it was heavy, not dry and light as usual. The poor thing hung awkwardly toward the rim of its pot. It was bloated. A touch of a finger to its top caused the flesh to give way like soft Jello.
It must be time for Monsieur Cactus to go. Several Things I get to do today: settle on a way to respectfully dispose of M. Cactus, procure another spiny plant for the bathroom, and be more observant.