Root Rot Trumps Root Chakra

(Pg. 201 of That’s Outrageous)

The plant’s base was wrapped in foil, which had collected every drop of water that Mom had poured into it over months of loving care. Touching the bulging foil was like depressing a boil, and I feared it would burst a leak as I ushered it across the carpet to the kitchen sink for further examination. Had it done so, Mom would have to move out of her apartment to give fumigators the opportunity to address the issue.(I was reminded of the song that asked, when everything goes south, “Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!” Right! But, would they be so brave to confront the root rot?)