The Mean Cactus

I like cacti, or cactuses as I like to say.

I have quite a few. Most are prickly, but still manageable.

Getting poked in the finger once in a while goes with the territory. If I wanted the easy life, I would have Chia Pets.

but

I have one cactus that is untouchable.
Its spines are painful, drawblood, and embed themselves in my flesh.
It’s nice to look at, but it’s dangerous.
It bullies me. It taunts me. I swear it has lunged at me a few times.
It’s just plain mean.

And it is getting bigger!

note: I would have put on a photo of it, but it won’t let me.