CHARLIE UPDATE:
I was reading Manik's entry about turning Charlie into hash. I'm fairly certain that there was minimal to NO thc within him. The leafs looked terrible.. droopy, some turning brown. Over-all Charlie was a very unhappy plant since I removed him from the luxury of the grow box.
I'm reluctant to announce the passing away of dear Charlie. The fact is, with the risk of having Charlie in the window for so long + Charlie's unhappiness of the environment I have decided to pull the plug on dear Charles.
I collected the last 3 pollen balls from him... I figure I will continue to attempt to brush the minimal dust I get from these balls I have in a tupperware cup on #3 in an attempt to impregnate for seeds...
And then I did the most evil thing I have done in some time. I took a pair of scissors and cut Charlie's trunk in half. Immediately afterward it dawned on me what i had done. Was Charlie's life really suppose to be over?? I felt remorse. I questioned if I should have done what I did.... and there I stood - plant body in the left hand and scissors in the right. Staring at the innards of Charlie's freshly shanked trunk.
Then, I began to reminisce. I recall specifically pulling Charlie's seed from the little ziplock he was sent to me in. Charlie was my choice. I chose Charlie. He was the furthest seed to the left in the line of 10. My girlfriend chose #3, who was named after being the third seed from the left in the bag. Charlie was MY choice.
I planted Charlie, before he even had his name, into a plastic party cup with a ghost on it. I smiled as I set him on the coffee table and took his picture. I remember the times Charlie and I had. I remember when he sprouted. He was the first out of the two plants to break-ground. He grew at such an awesome rate. I remember pulling him out of the grow box to examine him. I remember watching Charlie on my webcam from work and documenting with an animated GIF his growth for that day. I remember pulling charlie from the growbox and watering him in the bathroom shower. I remember LSTing him to keep his height down. I remember snipping off his balls in search of pollinating #3 to carry on the legacy of Charlie's genetics. To hopefully have a #3 gender with a Charlie ambition.
I'll never forget you Charlie... and though you sit only 12 feet from me. In a sack on the floor of my kitchen I miss you... and I can't help but think of how poetic it is that you were kept alive for your (pollen) SACKS... and now you're dead, in a sack.
If there was a God, I would suggest it bless you. I would suggest it bless you with all that is Holy and wonderful. May you live on in Marijuana heaven for eternity.
I miss you, Charlie. RIP
Charlie's current resting place:
This was Charles' former thrown. *does catholic thing with fingers drawing cross on chest*