My fiance may have a problem. We don't have the property for growing veggies or anything. But she's become enamored with house plants. There's like 57 individual pots of plants of various sizes spread amongst the rooms of our apartment.
Debatablely, its too many.
But now she's taken to snagging trimming from around the neighborhood.
And recently my next door neighbor and property manager had a fiddly fig with a $75 price tag inexplicably outside their door. In the cold and rain.
So she "rescued" it.
Now there's fungus and gnats everywhere.
I dunno where this drunken rambling I'd going anymore so I guess let this be a warning that it's a slippery slope of growing things.
Embrace the plants, what can be so wrong about living in a jungle.