Last week I took a trip to the Fox Homestead to check out Carrington's impressive urban farming project. One of the few blemishes on the promising progress was two pots of struggling mint. But, to tell you the truth, I almost felt a bit jealous. You see, I'm fairly sure that my mint plant is trying to kill me.
When I bought this little plant (it's a variety called "apple mint") I was warned by the woman at Gardens of Babylon that it would need its own pot--otherwise it would kill all my other plants. I took this to mean that it would grow quickly and easily, and that I would be spending the summer sipping juleps and mojitos.
That was three weeks ago.
Nature can be a cutthroat bitch. Little did I know that this plant's aggressive nature involved tentacles lunging outward from the pot towards my defenseless dill. And little did I know that the spindly arms would be so effective at giving me the heebie-jeebies. Now, I know I could probably snip them off, but that might just make it angry.
Check out a "before" picture after the jump, and try to suppress that shiver down your spine.