I Got a Plant

I haven’t had a plant in years. Every time I get a plant (never on my own, always an ill advised gift), it is dead within a month. Tops.

My new apartment has a super odd bathroom, with strange random spaces. I found myself yearning for a plant. My plant would be glorious, giving my bathroom oxygen and beauty… 

Oh, the poor plant.

So, I went to the store. I googled every plant that they had for dog safety, needing no natural light, and hardiness. This Pachira seemed like the best option. I found a bigger planter (pot? I have no idea), and plate thing (again, no clue what this is called), and some soil with fertilizer. 

I brought her home, replanted her, and gave her a little water (I hope not too much?!). I named her Amelia and turned on the light for her.

The second I turned my back, naughty Lambeau had already taken a bite out of one of her leaves. 

Now I feel bad because I have to shut the bathroom door so she doesn’t get eaten. Do you guys think she’s lonely? Should I go talk to her? 

Also, is a boy going to pee on her? She’s awfully close to the toilet. I hadn’t thought of this, but a boy pointed it out. You know how they are. Sigh. 

I need some advice.