Sayonara Bob

I was given a lovely little plant a year or so ago with the promise that there was pretty much nothing I could do to kill it. This is a very good promise, as I am able to kill just about any living plant-based life given to me. I haven't experimented on non-plant-based life, but I'm sure that the animal kingdom is grateful that I have a pet vacuum cleaner, and not an actual living thing. Anyway, Bob lived quite happily in my window for many many months, successfully surviving periodic drought (when I forgot about him) and tropical downpours (when I kept forgetting if I had watered him so kept watering him more, just in case). Last month I went away for a vacation, Philadelphia experienced disgustingly high temperatures, and poor Bob pretty much fried in his window. When I got back he looked a little brown around the edges. Over the next few weeks he became progressively more dessicated and leave started falling off in droves. I finally gave him a decent burial (well, I put him in the trash) yesterday, and Bob is no more. He lasted longer than any other plant I ever had. Longer than Betty the avocado I grew from a pit and the peanuts I tried to grow from a peanut farmer kit. It's a good thing that my tree is in the watchful care of my mother back home. Rest in Peace, Bob.