OK, a few years back someone gave me one as a present. I had no idea what the hell I was doing with it, so I took some free 2.5 class on "How to care for your bonsai." They should have called "How to take care of your starter-child." WAY too much responsibility for me. Like, you had to water it, and take it for hair-cuts, and give it some kinda plant-food. It was like having a small child. The Department of Social Services (i.e. my mom) soon got involved and I had my parental rights terminated for neglect. The plant was placed in a good foster home and later adopted by my aunt, where it still lives to this day.
Lesson learned? Sedition ain't having kids.
"Nancy Ninja Nabs Nefarious Nymph. Pays Price Per Pissed Pants!" -Flick
"Up, up, my people, let smoke and flame be our sign!"
-The White Rose Society