RIP: Ignatius

Back in early March, my friend Nicole gave me a young sago palm as a thank-you gift for having participated as a pianist in her aerial dance show. Although I'm not usually one for plants, my roommate Evan coincidently had had his very own plant named Fred (which he had nurtured since high school) die on him not too long before I got mine, so my plant filled in quite nicely. In trying to come up with a name for my new sago palm, I decided upon Ignatius because I like that name and thought it somehow rolled off the tongue in a manner not too unlike "sago palm".

Unfortunately, Ignatius started looking sickly a couple weeks ago, and despite having put him out in the sun for some emergency TLC, it seems like his days are up. RIP Ignatius. You will be missed...