A dozen years ago I went to a plant swap and came home with many succulents, including these agaves.
They are well suited to Houston--taking moisture when they get it, never too cold, and never unhappy in the heat.
And they have these mean spikes--awls that seem to reach out and get you.
As it turns out, each of those points can also hold a little bedazzled polystyrene ball, a wee bit of seasonal bling.
No unsuspecting pedestrians will be stabbed here this holiday.