The reputation of this local retail landmark (and multiple Best-of winner) precedes it. Yes, staffers at the Fetus still know everything--or, at the very least, a hell of a lot more than you know--about records. (And if they don't, they'll fess up.) Yes, the shop still stocks a blindingly eclectic and infinitely tasteful selection of CDs, vinyl, cassettes, and videos. Yes, its low-pressure vibe and listening stations place it among the city's top three storefronts for a three-hour browse in the dead of winter (excepting the pre-Christmas rush, which can find the place packed more tightly than a Lifter Puller show at the Foxfire). What we really want to know is: Who waters all the goddamn plants?