Last year, I moved to a new house and bought a few pots of green plants. Lovers like to water and successfully drowned several trees. There is a pot of anchovy bamboo luckily survived, this pot of anchovy bamboo, in fact, called scattered tail sunflower, a total of more than two hundred. At the beginning of May, many red spiders grow on the leaves. Opening windows for ventilation and spraying drugs had little effect. Scrub the leaves with alcohol, although troublesome, but the insecticidal effect is immediate. Just finish the work, for a long time, always feel itchy.
Before I could rejoice for too long, one night I saw that the pots were crawling with tidal worms. Crowded and crowded, dense turns, making people's scalps tingle. Immediately push it downstairs, buy sanitary balls, crush them, and bury them in the surface of the soil. The effect is really good, the tide worms are dead warped. Due to the bad smell of the sanitary ball, the flowerpot was placed in the open space opposite the door of the downstairs unit. Every day when there is no time, always have to watch several times.
One night, at nine o'clock, my lover went downstairs to walk the dog and came back to tell me that the flowerpot was missing. I was a little incredulous, and when I left work at noon, I still gave the pots loose soil.
I hurried downstairs, and the flowerpot was gone. Hurriedly called the property manager, and then went to adjust the monitoring, but found nothing. I said to my lover curtly, "This pot of green plants, let's not want it, quan should give it away" The lover began to mutter, complaining about me. Seeing that she cared so much, I couldn't do anything about it for a while. He shouted twice upstairs: "Which neighbor took a pot of anchovy bamboo downstairs by mistake, and sent it back in trouble." After shouting, he felt embarrassed and hurriedly dragged his lover upstairs to go home. At ten o'clock, the lover went downstairs again to walk the dog, and saw that the pot of anchovy bamboo was put back in place. We quickly pushed the flowerpot home, and as soon as we entered the house, our lover complained again: "Who made you shout downstairs?" She said that, and I didn't go downstairs for days.
