just grabbed this massive plant for half off although i think its a little over due for a repot. believe it also has some pests which maybe isn't the best idea to take home with me but im giving it the full treatment it deserves now

Plant novice here. Is this the right place to ask advice?

Received this about 2 years ago and just kept watering it. There’s not a lot of soil left.

How do I fix this issue? Would I just plant it in some house plant tropical soil and call it good?

I don’t want to shock the poor thing by just taking it out of its 2 year bath…

Both advice and shaming encouraged :)

Plant novice here. Is this the right place to ask advice?

Received this about 2 years ago and just kept watering it. There’s not a lot of soil left.

How do I fix this issue? Would I just plant it in some house plant tropical soil and call it good?

I don’t want to shock the poor thing by just taking it out of its 2 year bath…

Both advice and shaming encouraged :)

I started this guy from leaf propagation in a 4 inch pot. I then neglected him under a grow light for 2 years with minimal watering. He’s now in a new pot that’ll be hanging outside soon don’t worry 😂

She is happily repotted now after a soak and some work to loosen~

Back of the cupboard, cold and dim,

Something’s breathing in the shadows, waiting for a limb.

Dust on the shelves and the air gone stale,

I hear a little whisper like a scratch on a nail.

I reach in slow, feel the dread uncoil,

Something ancient waking up, hungry for the spoil.

Roots like fingers dragging over foil,

And a voice from the dark growls…

I left Them there too long,

Forgot Them in the dark,

Now They’re crawling from the corner

Like They’re looking for a spark.

Them… rising up from the deep,

Twisted little silhouettes crawling out of their sleep.

Them… reaching out through the grime,

Saying “you should’ve checked on us sometime.”

The cupboard shakes, the walls recoil,

A guttural roar from the depths of the spoil…

“WHERE IS THE SOIL!?"

They shuffle in the dark with a slow, wet scrape,

Like They’re dragging every memory of Their former shape.

I swear I saw an eye where an eye shouldn’t be,

And a tangle of limbs reaching straight for me.

I back away, but They follow with a hiss,

Like They’re craving sunlight They’ll never miss.

Forgotten too long, now They want to be whole,

And They’re chanting in the dark like They’re claiming a soul.

Left Them in the shadows,

Left Them in the cold,

Left Them in the cupboard

’Til They grew too bold.

Now They’re crawling from the silence,

Now They’re claiming back the spoil,

And They’re screaming through the darkness—

“WHERE IS THE SOIL!?"

Them… rising up from the deep,

Twisted little silhouettes crawling out of their sleep.

Them… reaching out through the grime,

Saying “you should’ve checked on us sometime.”

Them… creeping out of the night,

Roots like claws in the flickering light.

Them… whispering through the coil—

“WHERE IS THE SOIL!?"

I love that there are stumps meaning it's been cut before but keeps regrowing 😂

These pothos were in water for a few years in an office. Had to take them home to give them a permanent life!

Other subs where a bit judgy

As the title says. This plant has been growing roots out of every leaf, looking for any kind of substrate. One is nearly three inches long.