one morning, as we were rolling our way through canada, mister jones was out and about walking the pack. he’s always looking down, looking for rocks. we both do. i was home alone in rollee, and pretty soon mister jones appears, saying, “i brought you something! i thought it was a rock, but when i picked it up, it bit me!!” he c a r e f u l l y reached into his pocket, pulling out a little cactus pad. i placed it into a ziploc bag, moistened a paper towel, placed it into the bag alongside little cactus, taped the bag to a wall in rollee. once home, i placed it on dirt and watered it. and watered it. and waited. and watered it. and nothing happened. then, one day, little cactus sprouted! the brightly-green pad growing out of its parent pad grew upwards [as you see it] in about a week’s time! i kept saying to mister jones “look at the cactus grow!” because quite literally, it was growing before our eyes.