Murder Most Foul

Soon after J and I got married, on a whim, I stuck an pad from a spineless Opuntia cacanapa in the dirt near the driveway of my parents place. It took, and grew, and this last year was really taking on a nice shape. Nice enough that our neighbor across the street admits to keeping an eye on it. Today it was run over by unknown assailants. If only they'd driven six more inches to the right, then their car would still be hanging there over the ditch.