Non-fiction: A Pothos Plant
My great-grandmother had a pothos plant. It's a type of viney plant that can look very similar to a philodenron. When my grandmother inherited the plant, she split it into three pots because it had grown so large. Pothos plants can grow pretty rapidly given the right conditions, and they are hearty survivors. When my mother inherited the three plants, she decided that when my siblings and I moved out, we'd each get one -- my older sister moved out first. One thing that pothos plants can't survive are cats that chew on them. So, my sister gave me hers when I moved out. Because this meant that I had two pothos plants, I kept "mine" at my apartment and "my sister's" in my office at work. Now undisturbed, her plant quickly recovered from the cats, and within a year went from having 4 vines and 30 leaves, to this Jumanji-aspiring beauty -- crawling along the walls for meters, filled with over one hundred leaves. Eventually, I took some cuttings and propa...