This afternoon, I read this article on Yahoo about how household plants help to clean the air in your home, and of course, it got me thinking about all the plants I've ever had in my life. I've had eight in the past four years. Eight poor, plant souls. Three are still alive (?!?), and one is hanging on by a sliver of a thread.
I bought him for my very first apartment. He obviously needs to be re-potted, but I'm afraid to do it - my one and only other attempt resulted in a fatality.
My mom gave her to me to celebrate HBL and I buying our house. She is one and a half years old. She seems to be the happiest among all my plants. I wonder what my mom did to her to keep her that way?
This guy was a gift from HBL. Yeeks.
It's not like I go out of my way to kill them. Believe it or not, I do actually tend to them. It's just that for some reason, I can't seem to keep them alive! Hmmm... if the looks of my plants are an indication of my ability as a parent, then Monkey is in deep, deep trouble.