NOOO MY PUMPKINS

I still watered them though because if there's any chance at least one will survive it's enough for me.

Maybe this is their way of telling you that you need a more manly hobby.

Hey hey hey. Hey. Gardening is manly as fuck.

Even though it's not really gardening.

Grass is more easy to grow and you can easily make a profit off a plant. Grow grass.

Yeah, the only profit to be made from pumpkins is seasonal. What kind of pumpkins are/were they?

Pumpkins are yummy. You go and grow the fuck out of them.

Make me some pumpkin pies.

That's why I asked what kind of pumpkins they were, because only one type is good for pies.

Aww, poor Slog Bait and his death touch.

Genetically modify them to eat anyone who fucks with their shit.

The first time I ate a pumpkin pie I thought it was egg custard tart until I was told otherwise. True story.

Well, the first kind were carving pumpkins, so they were a lot more brittle than the ones I bought down the line. I'm not sure what breed the latter are, I just know they were a lot more... heavy duty than the carving pumpkins, and they could better survive the harsh climate of the desert. (I assume had they actually gotten to the point of developing the pumpkins themselves, it'd be excellent for pumpkin pies.)

This is honestly distressing. I can't leave them alone for longer than a couple of days without someone else touching them (or not touching them at all) and killing them. The marigolds and petunias I had mentioned I actually kept from an experiment we did in AP Biology last year, where we essentially tortured the plants. They should have died not even a month afterwards, but I kept them alive and happy up until I had to leave them home a few months ago while I went to Uni and came back to them all dead and just everyone telling me they forgot.

What gets me the most is we have multiple other plants in the house that are doing just fine, but I have a few that also need tending to and they kill them. Being able to keep a plant alive gives me some sense of achievement. Something like, "Hey, look! You're not a complete fuck up after all." And when I come back after a short break it's great to see that all my efforts were wasted because no one else gives a shit.

It's just annoying that if I ever want to grow anything I'll have to carry it around with me literally everywhere. That shouldn't be the case.