Lookit. The only plant which has to date survived my "I don't actually kill plants so much as forever draw out their waning lives on the narrow edge of death… a kind of torture born of inattentiveness and panicked applications of water by way of sudden rescue…" tactics.
Although astute observers will notice the plant is not, strictly speaking, thriving:
That, my friends, is what cat breath (and fangs) will do to a plant. Why yes, this would be the lucky bamboo which survived its six foot plummet to the floor. Astuter observers will notice the water spray bottle in the background, always ready to protect the lucky bamboo from the attacks of playful cats. The moose is courtesy of Suzanne, my roomie at Clarion. Cute, innit he? He has a Canadian flag badge pinned to his antler.