"I imagine I'll fool with it until I get tired of it, as you mention, and then pass it on to someone else. Unless I fall in love with it of course."
I know where you're coming from. I have a wild collected rose bonsai that is as spiteful and malicious as my last girlfriend in high school
, but I love it nevertheless.
The relationship between me and the plant could be termed "abusive" and "obsessive."
We should be on "Cops."
It simply does what it wants, scratches and cuts me doing it. It refuses to be tamed. It accepts some directions, reluctantly and with a fight. I keep wanting to give up on it, but it's got the most beautiful trunk...