That’s all that was left on the earth in the pot. The sort of nub found after deer have feasted on the plant. Only these were the fragile lobelia sprouts that were growing from the seed packets, 2 flights up on the fire escape. I never saw the culprit. I’m hoping it was a bird, any other creature is too much to contemplate. But the end result is: some thing feasted on baby-lobeila in all the pots for a tasty one time meal! Yesterday I purchased ivy and a philodendron and brought the pots to the inside of the window. Now try to get at them, ha!