I found him at my local Safeway while grocery shopping. We locked eyes from across the canned tomatoes isle and in that instant - I knew he was destined to come home with me.
I agonized over what to name him. I finally settled on "Neville" - a good, solid, comforting name. "Neville Longbottom?" you ask.
I'd like to think he was named after Neville Chamberlain.
I'd like to think I'm doing Chamberlain a favour by naming a plant after him - so few people remember him anyways.
So now Neville sits on my windowsill, guarding my house from ninjas, hobos, and other unwanted guests.
I sense the beginning of a great friendship.
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