Cymbidiums are beautiful flowers, yes. Yet, those sticky stuff (Honeydew, I believe?) that they secrete have brought about great jubilation to certain pests, much to my distress.
Anyway, I recently saw a recorded version of myself on video.
Despite always having knew, and accepted the fact, that I wasn’t at all pretty, I have been comforting myself with the knowledge, acquired from mirrors, that I am at least somewhat reasonable-looking.
It thus came as a shock, at having finally realized, just how utterly hideous I actually am (o_o) Deepest apologies to those who have had to endure such horrors in the simplest act of looking at me.
Curiosity kills the cat. Indeed.