That translation might be a little suspect, but then again Japan doesn't have quite the cultural history needed to really make that phrase work.
Which suggests that I might have been better served picking a slightly more universal title.
... but since when do I bow to the powers of untranslatability.
(Since never, that's when.)
And besides, it's incredibly fitting.
Because, seriously, just look at this dude:
LOOK AT HIM.
I really wish I had a picture of when he was small to compare it with... Definite lack of foresight on my part.
But for some textual perspective: he used to be shorter than the fake fruit he's in the pot with.
Admittedly, he did grow under Melon's care, but unless my brain deceives me (which I admit it sometimes does), he has shot up in the month or so that he's been back under my care.
Because clearly, my desert heritage has the power to super-charge cacti wherever I go.
...or something like that, anyway.
Given the option, I prefer to think that I have ecologically based super-powers.
This is Edo, signing off with a strong urge to run amuck through local garden stores.
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