R.I.P.

Soon after we moved in together almost a year ago, Chuck bought me a plant at Home Depot. I couldn't tell you what kind of plant he is, but he's beautiful and I loved him right from the beginning. Unfortunately, I inherited my mom's lack of a green thumb...and apparently, Chuck did too.

About a month after we got Clark (named after Clark W. Griswold, the man of my dreams), he started to deteriorate. With a little advice from those who actually know a thing or two about plants, I took on the challenge of keeping him alive. I watered him regularly, talked to him, made sure he always had plenty of sunlight. I made Clark my pet, because I've been forbidden by my landlady to have a real pet.

Under my constant care and supervision, Clark was thriving by Christmas. He was green and happy and sprouting new branches every day. Finally, I was doing something right!

Then, I started doing something wrong. I don't know what it was, but about a month ago Clark started to look like this:

He turned yellow and droopy and his leaves didn't have that healthy crunch about them anymore. Look at the poor thing. His branches just could no longer hold their own weight.

The picture below of me watering Clark was taken just yesterday. Do you see the difference?!

In the past week, 95% of his branches have fallen off completely. I cannot figure out what in the world I did to kill the poor thing. Chuck suggested that somebody may have peed on him. Geez, I wonder who would do anything like that. He never did like Clark....

Seriously though, the ONLY thing I've done differently in the past couple of months is watering him with that silly elephant. He stills gets the same love and affection (not to mention the same amounts of sunlight and water) that he always did. DAMN YOU, ELEPHANT!

I'm going to cry myself to sleep now.