Tragedy Strikes the Landrum Abode

(RIP Nancy and Viktor.)

My plants were growing so beautifully!
They became giants!

This is the last photo I took with them before... before the fateful day of their untimely demise.
This photo was taken a few weeks before someone-- a feline-- out of jealousy or boredom or God knows what, decided to commit a DOUBLE PLANTICIDE!

The poor things didn't even know what was coming. I kept them on the windowsill of my bedroom, protected by a large cardboard map of the United States.
One day, I came home and something, I presume a kitten, had knocked Nancy and Victor over. There was dirt everywhere! At the time, I did not own a vacuum cleaner, so I borrowed one belonging to my classmate and downstairs neighbor.
My friend, a sort of horticultural mastermind (whose chive plant has survived two hellacious winters and a lifetime of neglect) brought me some potting soil and a larger pot.
The spacious planter was appropriate, because the two sprouts were quickly transmogrifying into chlorophyll beasts.
They managed to make it another month at least.
They grew. They were beautiful.

Then... certain kittens got frisky.
The culprits: (I can't figure out how to upload photos from my phone to my computer... so there's only old pictures)

LOKI (brunette) and SPARTACUS (blond)!

The pot kept mysteriously being slightly knocked over when I got returned home from work.
This went on for a few days.
Then someone ate on of Nancy's arms.
Then, SOMEONE ate ALL of Nancy and broke Viktor in half, dragging his corpse into the kitchen!

In conclusion, they dead.

Lab 6: Jackson Springs

Hello!


A few weeks ago (I say this because I'm horribly forgetful) we went to Jackson Springs Park in order to check out the geology around the area.

There was an entrance to the riverwalk via the backside of Jackson Springs, which I found to be quite lovely.

My favorite part of the entire trip was going through the tunnel that extends beneath the road through which the meager stream runs.
There was a bit of graffiti (as can be expected in such a perfect spot for graffiti) in the tunnel. One of the paintings said something like "Angela and Chris kissed right.... HERE! 2004." (I don't actually know that their names are Angela or Chris; those are the first names that came to mind.)

I saw a great deal of hornblende while on the excursion, and there was a bit of granite in the bridge. I searched pretty eagerly for some mica, to no avail.

I knew going in to the lab about the fairly racist (as hell) history that Jackson Springs boasts. My fiance's parents had come to the park when they were young, and they told the story once when I came with them.
I want to believe that Macon is heading toward the less-racist path, but once I was looking at homes with a realtor and we turned down a street. There was a group of young African Americans on a porch, and she literally put the car in reverse and said, "You're looking for a different neighborhood."
I chose to rent. Without that lady.