Eliza Reedy
Eliza Reedy is a writer from St. Paul, Minn. and member of St. Paul Academy鈥檚 2019 graduating class. She will attend college this fall to pursue cognitive science. In her free time, she likes to run cross-country, ski and paint.
Just Add Water
by Eliza Reedy
Household object: Terrarium with Raccoon Skull. Just add Water.
- 18 inches tall, roughly
- Closed ecosystem, supposedly
- Self-sustaining, apparently
- Dead, mostly
A gift from my Uncle Mark for my 14th birthday, the large jar serves its purpose well whenever I need a weird trinket to briefly entertain a guest. The earth forming the bottom half of the jar is layered with soil and rocks, and a few roots are visible poking out of the bottom. The plants inside it used to be diverse and abundant, but more slowly than I could notice, they鈥檝e died and become part of those layers of earth, clearly defined and seemingly retracting from the walls of their glass home.
My uncle told me that I could leave the jar for months without watering it, as long as I don鈥檛 open the jar. The lid is screwed on tightly so water vapor doesn鈥檛 escape the mini-ecosystem. Mostly I don鈥檛 water it but sometimes I find a little extra water in a bottle I rarely use, and crack the jar open, not really for the plant鈥檚 well-being, but so that I don鈥檛 have to walk all the way to the bathroom to dump the water out. A thin, twisted piece of twine wraps around the jar and ties itself in a messy knot just below the lid, which is further held in place by the books that I haven鈥檛 gotten around to reading yet, sitting stacked on the jar and all resting on the seat of the red chair that鈥檚 too short for me now.
The thinning of the vegetation due to my not-exactly-consistent watering was led to the accentuation of the jar鈥檚 central feature: a raccoon skull, maybe six inches long. I don鈥檛 really want to know how the man in Nebraska who makes these terrarium-like jars came upon it. When I show the jar to a guest to distract them from the disorganization of the rest of my room (or house), I always tell them that it is a real skull. Sometimes, people ask to touch it, and I open the jar to let them, but then I close the jar again without adding water.
- There is a picture of me at three or four years old, sitting in that chair in my old house, in a blue nightgown and zebra slippers, with a globe behind me on my desk. The picture was taken for the purpose of an 鈥溞∮糯 the Author鈥 page at the back of a story I wrote (and illustrated) sometime in 2006. The 鈥渁bout the author鈥 section reads: 鈥淓liza Reedy is four years old and lives in St. Paul, Minnesota with her mom, dad, and baby brother Ford.鈥 The book is titled 鈥淓lise and the Giant.鈥