I’ve somehow ended up with 200+ seed cells taking over my kitchen like a chlorophyll coup. I panic‑bought grow lights, trays, fans, a cheap printer, a Cricut, and enough paper and twine to start a craft cult — all because I decided to be “serious” about Cattywampus Farm. The seedlings are already sprouting, which feels both encouraging and vaguely threatening. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m actually doing this.