Murder Most Foul

Dastardly doings this afternoon in 15F.  In the most shockingly cold-blooded and hard-hearted way, we decided that Hilda (our seven year-old, sickly Schefflera plant) didn't have the necessary good looks and charm to make the trip up to the new apartment.  Her yellowing, spotty leaves were dropping off at a depressingly regular rate despite my best attempts to bring her back from the brink of death, and so Mr. W whipped out a small saw, and hacked her to pieces!  The body parts were swiftly bundled into a garbage bag, and then she was stuffed down the rubbish chute without so much as a fare-thee-well.  So long Hilda.