I'll be the first to admit that I wasn't born with what you might call a green thumb.
I've killed enough houseplants to know that I am not and will never be a "plant parent", and that's O.K. with me. As long as plastic greenery is still a thing, I can happily fill my apartment with as much foliage as I want without the guilt of having to throw away a pot of wilted dreams every month.
And as it turns out, I'm not the only one who thinks taking care of houseplants is a challenge.