I know some of you out there are just like my mom—a plant killer. What I mean by a plant killer is that it seems like all the plants come to your house to die. It seems like the moment my mom brings a plant to the house. It says, “I’m done living.” She can’t keep a plant alive for even an hour. The plant comes to our home, then it just dies. Don’t ask my mom to plant sit. You’ll come back, and your plant will be dead. I love my mom dearly, but she can’t keep a plant alive. We have an ongoing joke in our house about…