Two days until my birthday. We had everything planned out, every detail, right down to the food and drinks I'd bring. No, I wasn't talking birthday celebrations here, people. I would be carrying groceries to my battle with Paul. A ton of lime juice to kill the maggots - thanks, Google! - extra water to help grow the corpse flower seeds, and about twenty bags of the seeds themselves. With all my plant-growing needs accounted for, you'd think I'd feel ready, primed for action, queued up for a ...