Recently, Boy went home to Wisconsin for a week and in our rush to get to the airport, neglected to find an alternative home for Parsley in his absence. To alleviate the nagging pain in our hearts, we reasoned that the deck was close to the pool, so Parsley would get enough moisture from the air to last him during the week.
We were wrong about this.
As you can see from the above photos, we are not fit to care for plastic dishware, much less complex photosynthesizing organisms. It was a truly horrific experience, seeing our poor baby clinging to life that night that I picked up my boyfriend from the airport. On the upside, look how quickly Parsley sprang back to life the very next morning!
I take full responsibility for leaving Parsley for dead. My boyfriend can take full responsibility for filling up his Brita water filter and, in what can only be characterized as a Classic Erica Move, sticking it in the freezer before leaving for vacation.
Idiots.
