Dear Martin- It was you. I know it was you. I don't care that you are an albino and your hoomin couldn't find any dirt between your toes. Potting soil is like absorbent Teflon, it wipes right off leaving not a speck behind. It was *you* who artfully excavated the plant in the Buddha belly ceramic, leaving it roots down and firmly set upright. Only one ferret in a thousand has that skill. The other 999 will dump the entire plant out, roots and all and smear the mess all over. And over and over and over. Let me take this opportunity to address you as Sensei, a teacher, professional, or an individual proficient in his art. Certainly, your potted plant mojo will be the stuff of songs for a thousand weasel generations. Alexandra in MA [Posted in FML 6978]