My Ficus!

Well, last night, on my way home from work, I receive a phone call from D. He asks me where my ficus is. I have a ficus tree that lives in the main hallway outside of my apartment. I ask him what does he mean... Well, apparently, my ficus is missing. I get home and sure enough, all that is left is a ring from the pot and a few leaves. Now, I have had this ficus since 98, and I was really upset at the fact that my ficus was gone!!! I knocked on all the neighbor's doors, and noone had seen poor Flugel (that is what I named him in undergrad).

So this morning, who is in the hallway? Flugel! And he won't tell me where he went!! I think he and the cute cactus down the hall eloped... She was missing too!