I wish people could tell the difference between a shrubbery and a public loo.
I liked the dense clump of bamboo outside my house - but now it's gone. It's on its way to looking more elegant - thinned out, shape refined, colours revealed . . . but no way can I imagine a tiger lurking there now for I've been cutting most of it away.
The fatsia turns out to be a tree with a proper trunk. As well as hiding tigers, the bamboo hid that too. (Children liked to tear its huge leaves from its stem and wave them around and drop them in the road. It must have been fun but they did it too often and the fatsia nearly died so I let the bamboo conceal it.)
(Whoever thought of calling the poor thing a fatsia?)
(I know it's got a 'Japonica' but that hardly helps. If my parents had landed me with 'Fatsia' as a name, being Japanese wouldn't have been enough to console me. Imagine - Fatsia Montgomery! However would I have survived school? Having freckles was bad enough.)