Not on purpose, I actually kind of like the green suckers... but something about me turns them off, and they commit plant-icide in order to get away from me. Last Christmas Drew's grandmother gave me an "unkillable even by Amanda" bulb that she swore would thrive under my black thumb. It's still alive (I think) but has never thrived or flowered...actually, I'm not sure where it is right now. Last I knew it was on the back porch, we had a frost last night...eh, I'm to lazy to go check on it (could be part of our issue).
Unfortunatly, an new green thing has entered our abode... and I'm not sure how he (yes, it's a "he") will fare.
Enter, the guilt plant: