Oh, dearest, Terrarium Dino Battle. You fickle, tantrum-throwing guy, you. We left only for a few days of summer vacation, and you were so sad. We held an emergency resuscitation, giving you a layer of new soil, a trim, and a cool, spritzy drink of water. But it was too late.
Bah! We are so, so bad at giving plants life. Love, on the other hand, well, we have a lot of that, as seen in Scott’s letter. We were positive that you’d grow up fat and happy in round 2, and (surprise, surprise!) that didn’t happen. But we swear, cross our hearts and hope to, um, die, we will reign over round 3. (My stubborn-ness alone won’t allow us to give up.)
With tails tucked between our legs, we hauled ourselves back to Sprout and picked up a new pot of Peperomia and cutesy baby tears. I talked the ear off of the nice man that helped us, and he gave us very specific instructions on how to keep our plants happy (a light spritz every other day and a 15 pump watering every 5-7 days – only after touching the soil and assuring it’s dry). Then I spent the afternoon rebuilding, starting from scratch. Peace out, soil. Buh-bye rocks and charcoal. New, clean layers were added (unused left overs from versions 1 and 2), plants were lovingly and carefully rooted in new soil, and the dinos were introduced to their new stomping grounds.
Of course this means we’ll need a new drop zone. You know, so as not to go back to piles. But! Back to Dino Battle v.3; we have a good feeling about this one. And if those mother trucking plants drop dead again, well, you won’t be hearing about it. Because we’ll be too embarrassed to tell you.