The Cutest Thing I’ve Ever Planted

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And I don’t know what it is. Ok so for about 3-4 days in a row, I kept waking up with this strange, little “speck” in my bed. Always to the right of me. It looked like a bug, possibly a dead bug. I’ll admit it even resembled a tick. Or a strange flea brought in from a cat. Very small, brown, shiny, and you could easily lose it in your fingernail while inspecting. But I kept forgetting about it. By the fourth day, I woke up and it was stuck to my thigh. And I was like Oh no, IT IS A TICK! It came off easily though, and I showed it to my mom and she started yelling and saying get that bug the hell out of this house and why are you sleeping with bugs, etc. etc. etc. Instead, I decided to plant it. Don’t ask me why. I didn’t see legs on it anyway. But it didn’t look like a seed either. I just had a very strong intuitive urge to plant it. I planted it in one of those small plastic containers they give you at a restaurant like when they give you a side of dressing or sour cream. Yep, that’s how small of a container I used, because I didn’t have high hopes at all. Poked some holes in the bottom of it, then got kinda wild & crazy and decided to decorate the whole thing with sparkles. (Don’t ask.) I don’t know why I do these things. I guess I just wanted it to know it was somehow special and important. I wanted to send it some positive vibes. 2 days later… I’m seeing green, my friends. Such a small seedling.. from such a small seed (we now know it was a seed.) And my mom was WRONG. It was not a bug. Although I did name it Bed Bug because that’s how we first met. This is the first time in history I have NO IDEA what I planted. Usually I have “some” clue, just by how the seed looks. Not this time. So excited to see what Bed Bug turns out to be. Pic is of the seedling getting some on the kitchen window sill. There’s too much of a draft in my room right now, and this little guy is very fragile. Though I do bring it back up here at night and put it on my TV table, because I know my room feels like its original home. Have you ever planted a seed just because you found it somewhere? What did it turn out to be?