Shirley the Cactus

So I have a pet cactus in my room.  Until very recently, specifically about 8 hours ago, this cactus was un-named.  But then I decided to name it Shirley.  The only reason I finally decided to name it was because today I referred to it as my 'pet', and pets need names.  So Shirley the cactus came to be.

My cactus used to be contained in a plastic, brownish orange-y colored cup.  I kept the cup in a blue bowl. Today I decided that I should take the cactus out of the plastic cup, and keep it in the bowl.  My mom, learning of my mission, decided that it was only fair to warn me that catuses (cacti, haha) are sharp and poky.  Having grown up in Tuscan, AZ, she knew aaaaaall about cacti (cactuses).  So, following my mother's advice, I grabbed a pair of tongs from the kitchen, and sprung into action.  Also, along the way I grabbed some extra materials that I felt might be handy in my adventure.  So I marched back to my cactus with my arms full of a pair of salad tossers, a big red clip, a screwdriver, and some tape.  I'm not sure exactly what I was planning on doing with all of those items, but I guess they could have been useful.

I very carefully grabbed the cactus in my tongs, and then dumped it into my blue bowl.  Then I used the screwdriver to stab the dirt a bit, and kind of mix it up in the cactus container.  Then I carried my Shirley the Cactus back into my room, grabbed a paper towel, and cleaned up all of the dirt that had exploded everywhere during the operation.  And that, my friends, is the tale of how Shirley the Cactus came to be.

The End.