This is Why I Shop Local

I know, I know.

I STILL haven’t written about the dryer saga BUT I PROMISE IT WILL HAPPEN!

My friend, Lauren, suggested I go to World Wide Cactus for plants a while back.

Lauren is wise and knows me well because that plant shop is magical. Pretty sure I’ve mentioned it before.

Anyways, I saw that they currently have Monstera Perus in stock.

…of course I had to go buy one because:

1. That texture.

2. I went to Peru back in 2008. If something is made in Peru or has the name Peru in it, there’s a good chance I’m buying it.

The country holds a very special place in my heart, as do the people I met when I visited all those years ago.

My soul has felt a little bleh lately- I mean, I had a great weekend but I needed something more.

…I decided it was time to go plant shopping.

As I was walking towards the entrance to WWC, the owner and one of his employees greeted me right outside. After asking about the monstera perus, he led me to the plants- where it took me about five minutes to choose.

I do not just pick a random plant. It has to feel right. Like it’s supposed to come home with me.

Which is also how I choose my crystals.

…actually, that’s how I pick my people, too. Except they don’t necessarily come home with me.

As the owner, who is either a hippie or general spiritual human being, gets over to the register to ring me up, he looks at my choice and asks, “Is this the one you want?”

“Yup!” I respond, with confidence. Because I knew it’s the plant I’m supposed to take care of.

“You know there are some larger ones over there”.

“I do, but this is the one I want”.

Internet, meet Wallace! Wallace, meet my readers!

He was in the middle of doing what people do on a register when he reached into a bowl, grabbed something, and asked if I wanted a seed from Africa (last time he has asked if I liked apple juice. I wonder what he’ll ask me next time). I can’t remember what kind he said it is, but I found myself intrigued because he’s a big boy.

Almost the size of a palm stone, as a matter of fact.

Apparently it’s a small guy for its species because Brad (I think that’s his name is so now that’s what I’m calling him), pointed to a picture of a man holding a GIGANTIC SEED POD AS TALL AS THE MAN HOLDING IT!

Think of an at least six foot tall, thick, green bean pod bursting with seeds that look like boulders.

I wish I knew how much these boulder seeds weighed because, as we know, I like dual purpose items. If they are heavy enough to give an intruder a concussion, I want one.

I asked if the seeds are for good luck, because I felt like there was a reason he was handing them out, not just because they look neat. Brad said yes- they keep evil spirits away. Proceeding to pull one from his pocket, he stated, “I never leave home without it”.

I was all about that seed coming home with me after that- I’m sure none of you are surprised.

Since he had shared seeds with me, I felt it only fair to share mine with him. I pulled out my keychain I bought at the airport in Lima twelve years ago that’s made from seeds from the rainforest. So then Brad showed me the hanging he had above a door that had come from Peru- also made from rainforest seeds.

The seeds were like the ones on my keychain and some others I recognized from my trip. I was only in Peru for a few weeks but it was comforting to see pieces of the country I had fallen in love with.

Turns out the shop owner had lived in Peru AND IT WAS SO NICE TO TALK TO SOMEONE ELSE WHO HAD BEEN THERE.

It amuses me that two people in Kansas who have both been to Peru run into each other at a plant shop.

Somehow, it seems appropriate.

I was already super stoked and full of joy I found one of the plants on my wishlist AND been given a seed to keep evil spirits at bay, but I found someone else who’d been to Peru!!! It couldn’t get better.

Ohhhhh, but it did.

Brad had also lived in Argentina. In fact, he was kidnapped from the airport in Buenos Aires. This guy pretended to be a taxi driver but he was, as you guessed, NOT a taxi driver.

After hauling ass with Brad in the car to somewhere rather shady looking, something happened to where the driver had to stop (I forgot the specifics because I kept thinking I couldn’t believe this had happened even though I’ve heard stories of this happening), and people noticed Brad trying to escape. Thankfully enough of a crowd gathered that he was let go and the kidnappers escaped.

I didn’t get to hear how he made it to a hotel after that- he had intially missed his flight and was trying to get to a hotel so he could catch a different flight the next morning.

There were other customers needing his help so alas. But he did tell me to stay cool as I left.

...I live for things like this. I eat it up.


After that ordeal, I can see why he keeps a seed in his pocket. HASN’T BEEN KIDNAPPED SINCE!

Oh man, you guys. This made my 2020.

I definitely need to bring him some quartz or black tourmaline when I go back. I feel he’d appreciate it because we are kindred spirits, despite me not being kidnapped.

More posts to come.

Published by amberalice

I’m not sure how to summarize myself properly (I struggle with simply being human). But let’s give it a try! Spiritual witchy hippie who dreams of three day weekends and human rights for all. Lunch lady to the neighborhood birbs (white breasted nut hatches are the best!). Adore my jumping spiders. Oh, there are also 50 or so plants we share our home with. And some rogue lady bugs. It’s always interesting to see where they show up. Like on toilet paper. This is where I add a heavy dash of queer, neurodivergency, and vegetarianism. Am big on hugs- I give them most generously.

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