Alternative title: And now a word about Pudding…the Cactus.
For those of you who don’t know about Pudding; Pudding is a cactus I was given as a ‘gift’ when I left my previous job (read as: an ex-colleague was cleaning his garage when he found what looked like a mutated cabbage and thought “hey, Ruebi would love that as a goodbye present”…Thanks Fred, no really man, I always wanted a cactus that looked like it had fallen right out of the ugly tree).
Once I got over the “oh holy hell what is that?!” and realised I was dealing with one very poorly little plant I had a couple of options:
1. Ditch it in the nearest bin and spend the rest of my life worrying about being haunted by it’s spikey little butt.
2. Take it home and at least try to help it (despite me believing that the cactus would actually become a smushy mess within weeks…if it wasn’t already dead).
Me being a bit of a soft sod…went with option 2.
Pudding was repotted (with full root check – thank you internet for telling me just what the fudge I was looking at), given indirect sunlight, water, nutrients, pest/disease treatment (which meant quarantine) and plenty of fuss.
It’s been 3 months since I drove home wondering why the hell I was bothering (cactus safely buckled in the passenger seat probably wondering what the heck was going on itself)…3 months of daily checks and obsessing over whether or not I was just making it worse (glutton for punishment)…3 months and Pudding is still here (improving, slowly but surely). Granted he still won’t win any beauty contests, people still recoil in horror when they see him (seriously, you would think it was Count Orlok with a foot in a pot up to his ankles in soil judging by their reactions!) and I still get asked why I didn’t just buy a wonderful new cactus without any issues…
My reason – Pudding deserved a chance.
I guess I felt bad that the poor cactus had spent months in a garage (with no sunlight or water) after suffering either sun scorch or frost bite (Fred wasn’t sure…personally I think it was sun scorch, hence the indirect sunlight I mentioned earlier) and while cacti are hardy plants, this one looked like it needed a bit of help.
Hopefully Pudding will continue to improve…Otherwise I’ll have to rename this flipping blog and Ambrose isn’t too keen on taking over (miserable sod).
Anyway, from Pudding, Ambrose and I – Happy Christmas everyone! Hope you all have a fabulous day eating chocolate, regretting eating said chocolate when faced with Christmas dinner and then sneaking chocolate though feeling full enough to perform a multicoloured yawn right there on the tree.
PS – If there are any Cacti peeps out there please could you let me know what type you think Pudding is? I was told he was an Echinocactus Grusonii but I’m not entirely convinced and my cacti knowledge is pretty awful…I could be looking at a sponge for all I know.