Why I’m Glad I Never Bought Aloe Vera
I recently bought a new aloe vera plant because, well, I killed my last one. His name was Sparky and he exploded. It’s quite an epic death for something that really didn’t do much of anything active. When I say exploded, I don’t mean fizzled away and made me slightly sad to watch it’s slow decline into the afterlife. I mean exploded. One day I heard a pop, turned around and saw that my alow vera plant was gone. The pot was empty. Naturally, I was confused, so I looked on the floor and sure enough, there were all the plant’s leaves scattered everywhere.
Basically, according to the internetz, I watered the damn thing too much, and the base rotted…and when the leaves got too heavy, the whole thing EXPLODED.
So my new alow vera will only be watered once a week. Let’s see if that does better. Freaking aloe vera *grumble grumble.*
I almost bought an aloe vera plant recently, but I ultimately decided against it. This story had nothing to do with my decision, but it makes me glad that I bought a begonia instead.
