Is There a Doctor in the House?

I practiced a little surgery over the weekend. Rest assured no one in my family is any imminent danger--the surgery I performed was slightly less organic. Remember the Supertunia? Let me refresh your memory. This is what it looked like when I got it:

The picture of health, right?



Just a few months later. What's not to love?



And then it all went downhill.



Now picture that--those stringy, scraggly, dried-up vines--ALL OVER.

Let's just say that there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. I was beside myself. I couldn't even bring myself to take a picture of the skankiness that was my Supertunia. What happened to my beautiful plant, other than the fact that I only fertilized it once in five months? It beats all I've ever seen. But then I'm not a gardener per se (ha--that "per se" thrown in there makes it sound like I at least dabble in gardening, which I so don't), so perhaps it's only natural for a plant to rebel against its owner when it doesn't get fed.

I tried valiantly several times to save it, braving hordes of mosquitoes who came out at dusk seemingly for the sole purpose of sucking as much blood from my body that they could, but my attempts were in vain. After exhausting every other option, I did the only thing I could think of:



Surprise!



Now it's a MINItunia! Isn't it cute?! And it looks so healthy! I think perhaps it had just gotten a little full of itself and needed to be taken down a few notches, to be put in its place, so to speak. What did I expect from a plant called a Supertunia, anyway? Talk about attitude!