I love having live plants around the house, but it's official: I have the black thumb of death. I just tossed my fave zebra succulent that I bought in San Juan Capistrano, CA after getting engaged. I thought of that super rad green and white zig zag plant as my non-psycho version of the love fern from How To Loose A Guy In 10 Days...and I let it dieeee. I kept it (barely) alive for 7 months, and that is a feat in itself for me, but really....the bottom line is that I just managed to kill a cactus. That takes serious talent and neglect. Anyways, spring is near, little plants are starting to sprout outside our window, and I am in the mood to get my garden on. You can't blame me for trying.