I guess I'm a cactus farmer now

When I was a teenager, I got gifted a cactus. I didn’t know much about it and had never really had any plants of my own. More than a decade later I looked it up, and it seems I received a cactus of “Mamillaria” family, which is somewhat amusing once you learn what that name roughly translates to. Estonia isn’t known for being an environment where cacti thrive. We have a nice spring, short and sweet summer, nice and chill autumn, and the car-rusting winter season. And yet mine did, eventually. The cactus started growing in length. It continued until it couldn’t continue vertically, and then it started slanting sideways, eventually falling over with its pot. That was annoying to deal with. One day I woke up to my phone alarm ringing, reached out to it only to find that the cactus had fallen over it and I had just found where the cactus was. The cactus also survived a lot of abuse. At one point I put a bit of sawdust from the cage of pet mice that I had (adorable but difficult pets by…