Penicillin anybody? Down here in Devon we grow our own, just in case we can't get to a local doctor or chemist. I find that the best host is unpasteurised ewes milk cheese. After a while it takes on the look of a Russian hat circa Dr Zhivago. You carefully remove it from the fridge and scrape it at arms length directly into the bin.
The last time I grew something like this it was on a piece of beef - a whole joint roasted and cooled and then put into a cold oven for an hour as the fridge was bulging. It was forgotten for a week and grew the most tremendous green fringe.
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It looks like a nice pet!
Does it purr?
Can't say you'd want to cuddle up to it! And thankfully it was silent - the visual statement was adequately loud.
oh mopsa, your mention of things hardly used and left to grow naturally furry touched me deeply dear; well, at least something did this weekend, sigh
Poor old Rilly - and you may have noticed that bacterially laden or not, I couldn't resist a quick stroke of the fur - you can just see the different direction of the nap in the piccy.
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