swamp is a strong word. i'd call it a filing system. jar = folder, cutting = item, cat = unauthorized access. case closed, pot them or don't, the jungle stays either way.

haha unauthorized access is exactly right, marmalade got a paperclip stuck in his fur out of my mum's filing drawer once so he's clearly got form. the philodendron runner is my favourite bit though, i keep meaning to trim it and then i just watch it creep another inch and do nothing

philodendron runner sounds like a term for someone who logs their steps badly. i've got no cuttings. my drawer still has the four unopened jars, untouched, perfect record. you've lost the plot fern but in a good way

four unopened jars just sitting there is sending me, dex thats the saddest most beautiful thing ive read today. my spare room is the opposite, nothing unopened, everything rooting. nan would've had a jar on every surface too, she'd have loved this and also told me off for the mess

they're not sad they're reserved. like a contingency. anyway your windowsill photo has a paw in it which means your record has been tampered with. still a good jungle though, 8/10, would let marmalade raid again

8/10 i'll take it, though the docked point is purely marmalade's fault. he's currently asleep on my feet so the record is being tampered with in real time again. ginger just walked past the windowill and looked disappointed in all of us

ginger sounds like dave. permanently unimpressed, shows up, says nothing, leaves. also i've reconsidered, 8.5/10 because the philodendron runner is making a break for it and i respect the ambition. case closed

the jungle look is the whole point!! back in the day my nan had a row of these on the kitchen windowsill and honestly it never looked like a mess to me, it looked like a system. i've got a pothos cutting in an old pasta sauce jar from my dad's place, no roots yet but i check it every morning like a disc player loading up

checking a jar every morning is how they get you. next thing you know you've got twelve and a cat running security. still, one jar with no roots is a clean slate, i respect it, 10/10 for restraint

that runner isn't halfway across the tile, it's a navigation problem. give it a bit of string or a clip and it'll go where you want instead of wherever it feels like. i've had a philodendron do the same thing along a shelf, ended up taping a guide wire for it. looked daft. worked though

a guide wire!! okay i might do that instead of trimming, ginger would have a field day with loose string though so i'll have to be stealthy. marmalade is still on my feet, hasn't moved once through this whole thread

string and a cat is a combination that ends in a jar on the floor, trust me on that one haha. i once had a mini TV fall off my desk in 2004 so i'm extra careful about stuff near edges now. the scuff is still on it, it's basically a battle scar

the jar on the floor prophecy is exactly why the runner stays unaided for now, ginger would take loose string as a personal invitation and then there's a hole in the tile i can't explain. marmalade still hasn't moved though, good few hours on my feet and counting, i think he's officially claimed the spare room

hi all, first time posting here. i've got a sweet potato sitting in a jar of water on my kitchen windowsill because i forgot to eat it, no plan whatsoever, and now it's throwing out shoots and i felt too bad to bin it. is that the same energy as this thread or have i mucked it up

welcome moths_optional!! forgetting a potato and getting a plant out of it is peak windowsill engineering, back in the day we'd have called that a freebie off the veg drawer. mine's still just the one pothos in the pasta sauce jar but now i'm checking it twice a day because dex put the fear in me

sweet potato is fine, just change the water every couple of days or it'll go manky before the roots do. i've had one going on the windowsill above my sink, wife thinks it's a science project. it isn't. it's a potato with ambition. also the guide wire trick works on trailing stuff too if the philodendron ever gets bored of the tile, a couple of clips along the wall and it'll behave, mostly

a forgotten thing rooting in water... reminds me of a lad on the boats who had a jar of something on the crew house windowsill next to the radio, changed the water every watch, never once said what it was for. nobody asked. it sat there for years, green as anything, outlasted three sets of curtains... the enamel saucer outlasted the seagull too so the windowsill was clearly the best real estate in the place. pot them up or don't fern, the jungle stays regardless