I'll think they're dead, water them (don't ask me why I water them if I think they're dead), and they spring back to life. It's like they're on life support and I keep messing with the plug. Plug it in....unplug it! Plug it in....unplug it! Ha HA!
Here they are on their last leg:
And here they are an hour later, after I watered them.
I feel like I've got some sort of moral dilemma here. I don't want to keep taking care of them, but I can't throw them out until they're dead. But I can't just NOT water them when I see them in distress. And the darn things keep coming back to life. My negligence isn't killing them fast enough.
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Apparently we've both been not watering them. Yet between the two of us, we're giving them just enough water to keep them in an undead state that is far from anything resembling life. What we need is some sort of botanical Dr. Kevorkian.
On second thought, a plant that shows this much resolve and disdain for our attempts to kill it with depravity might just stand a chance in our yard...
Stay tuned for Part II of 'The Plant the Couldn't Die'. Dun dun duuuuuuuuun.
Leave them on someone's porch with an anonymous note and run!
I like D'Nell's idea.
Or maybe you could move them to a less noticable spot, so you'll be even less likely to notice when they need water, and maybe they'll actually die. Or is that morally wrong, since you'd be moving them with the intent to neglect? Wow, I see what you mean about a dilemma!
This is why we don't have plants at our house.
Maybe you could just "accidentally" let Maxwell and McKay "enjoy" them to their fullest.
Bring them to my house. I know a guy who's horrible at stuff like 'plants' - he'll make sure they have a good home.
I say just though it. Put an end to your misery and the plants misery. I felt the same way with my poinsetta and I just couldn't take it any longer and just chucked the thing in the trash. You can do it Carrie!
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