I think I'm the only person in my whole apartment complex to have a garden on their balcony. I have a few herbs, some grape tomatoes, a couple kinds of peppers, some kind of big bush a few cactii and a hanging ivy. I love sitting out here in the morning drinking my coffee and trolling the Vespiary with all the insects as my morphine and hydrocodone kick in. I'm usually out here by 5:30am, 6 at the latest. Sitting beside me now is a big fat grasshopper. He's really loving life this morning as I have the fan set up drying up some water that hopefully contains something I can lick off the plate. He's just kickin' it on the edge of the plate taking in the breeze and staring longingly at the garden a few feet away. I love my bugs. If anyone ever killed one of my bugs I would probably beat the living shit out of em.