Yes, yes, you are correct, moranensis.
I should explain. I have been working tremendous hours for most of the last six months and, alas, having blond moments (no insult meant to blonds). I will lighten the mood by confessing my tremendously blond moment of this weekend. All the guys are going to love this.
(I also confessed this to my Sargent. I went into his office and said, "Sarge, I have to confess to my blond moment". He said, "what?" I repeated myself. Sarge kicked back in his chair, put his feet up on the desk, stretched back, put his hands behind his head and got comfortable. He said, "Okay. go ahead".)
{On my own behalf I will also explain that on Friday I worked 17 hours, on Saturday I worked 12 hours and on Sunday another 17 hours. My brain was going onto fry. I am functioning on three hours of sleep right now.}
You see, we do all the routine maintenance on our patrol units ourselves. {The guys are probably afraid already} I actually rebuild motorcycles with my husband and have no problems with routine maintenance on any of my vehicles. Ah, but fatigue can cause serious loss of brain function. (It causes me to rush things and not pay proper attention. My patrol unit was due for an oil change and the powers that be forgot to get it in, so the little oil light keeps coming on. A true annoyance if you are trying to run dark at night. My car had also been losing oil so I figure maybe if I top it off the light won't tigger so much. So I pull into the garage of the station and check the level. Sure enough, its low. So I go to the shelf we keep the oil on and grab the grey quart bottle. Its front is facing away from me, but hey, that doesn't matter. I'm tired, it looks like the oil bottle and it is in the position we keep the oil in. No problem. I open it up and start pouring. After a few ounces it dawns on me that the fluid coming out of the bottle is not the right color for oil. It's red. So how many of you have poured power steering fluid directly into your engine. I went from fatigue to near panic within a few seconds. I topped of the car with OIL (which was in a box on the floor)this time and called several mechanics. They said, "Hmm, never heard of that one before", But they all felt the vehicle would be alright until its oil change on Monday.
My Sargent just laughed. He thought it was pretty funny. He chuckled for a few minutes on that one. But the ending is good. My patrol unit is fine and after a good night sleep most of the blond hair should have worked out of my very dark auburn. (You know my Sargent will have to use this against me sometime, but honesty is always the best policy)
Goldtrap, I'm afraid that they are right. The plant looks to be a macroceras. It won't actually bother me. I have more moranensis. This is gemmae. We will know when it flowers.