The thing is, plants don't really like me.
In my twenty-year lifespan, I've managed to kill two banana plants; a venus fly trap; a cactus, and bamboo. My aunty (who lives in Australia) has bamboo surrounding her entire back garden, and it lasted through their drought, but it couldn't last a fortnight in my ownership.
Over the summer, I decided I wanted a new plant, so I got a pretty peace lily and called it Daisy, just to be ironic, and because I like naming things. All summer I looked after it and it was great. Lots of pretty flowers, she was a perky, happy plant.
...Then I took her to uni...
Within a few weeks' there, she wasn't happy. Flowers started dying, the leaves were drooping, she wasn't absorbing water and she looked more depressed than me when I haven't had a Starbucks for a month. So I took her home.
And within two days of being looked after by my nan, she'd returned to how she'd been all summer.
I wasn't impressed. But I was kind of happy that I hadn't killed of another plant.
Last weekend, I thought I'd try my luck with another plant, thinking that maybe peace lilies just weren't the right kind of thing for me to have at uni. So I bought a campanula in a pretty polka dot pot. It didn't last five minutes at uni before it a) started wilting and b) began to set off my hayfever. After three days I'd had enough and gave it to my flatmate to look after. I was ill enough - I didn't need hay fever being added to my list of ailments.
I bought it home when I was dragged home on Thursday purely from the sound of my voice (yes, I apparently sounded THAT bad), and when my nan saw said plant, she wasn't impressed.
"Look," she said, pulling it out of the pot. It slid straight out. "It's bone dry."
"But the last time I checked it it was fine!" I protested. This had been the day before. I wasn't impressed.
I've now officially given up on plants.
Or at least, the idea of keeping them in my poorly lit, strangely temperature room at university. Stupid plants.
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