A few years ago I came across some poor lonely yellow-brown plant with one or two vines about a couple feet long in a bedraggled pot sitting on someone's lawn with a note that said "Free to a good home." So naturally I walked past it twice more to make sure no one was watching, then stole it, tucked it, and trucked it to my apartment. Today, this is that plant:
Except that the part that is dragging on the floor used to be looped up and draped over the top of the window, like the other vine that is reaching up.
Anyways, that's all back-story. Here we go:
OMGAH! So there I was, sitting there innocently reading a particularly creepy Dean Koontz suspense/thriller/horror novel, when suddenly there was a loud irritated rustle right in front of me and my viney plant thing started swinging! My dogs freaked out, I was pretty sure there was a murderous ghost in my house, and I felt an immediate need for pumpkin bread! So I ate some bread and then went to investigate (come on now, I can't have the CSI doctor people poking around my post-mortum belly being all "I don't know Horatio, it looks like she died hungry, so the last meal angle is totally not going to help at all.)
Anyways. Apparently the vine that is currently dragging on the floor was off-balanced and fell off the top of the window. All shook up and jittery for nothing! ><
I ought to chop all the vines off at an even two feet, dunk the chopped pieces in water until they start roots, then re-pot them and pawn them off on anyone I can. Stinkin' evil unholy terror plant.