Further proof that I have a brown thumb.

My mother bought me a basil plant shortly before we started sleeping in the apartment. I had expressed an interest in trying to have fresh herbs again, because they're tasty and it's way cheaper to grow them than to buy them. And you know what? I've been a decent plant owner. I let them dry out a bit once, but the soil has been consistently damp. I let my mother pick the spot where it should live (she knowing more than I about these things) and left it there. I picked off the diseased bits when little white bugs were found living off of some of the leaves.

And yet it is still dying.

I've tried moving to a sunnier spot, while has had no noticeable improvements. I pluck off all the dried shrivelled bits almost daily and I make very, very sure the soil does not dry out. And yet it continues to die. Even the spider plants, the plant that is supposed to be one of the very hardest to kill, are looking droopy and ill. Some of their long leaves have gone brown. The only plants still thriving are my rubber plants, a housewarming gift from a friend of the families. It should also be noted the little things hold their own water like cacti - they are very independant sorts.

I just. Don't. Get it. Maybe I should get a book on gardening, or something.