Cactus Thieves

Two years ago I was at Taman Mas Kuning. There at one of the houses (Taman Mas Kuning is uptown West Coast) the owners reared cactus by the fence. When I walked past there were two workers on leave who were idling around also, and a piece of pear cactus was sticking out through a gap. I heard one of them say to the other that pear cactus were very valuable, and one could start a neat crop from a single stem. So they cut it off and took it away. I watched them as they did it, but when they looked back at me, I shrank away. I was ashamed of myself for days. It was the worst feeling in the world, the feeling one gets to see wrongdoing without doing anything about it.