I know it may sound odd but periodically I buy house plants, only for them to meet their untimely end. I usually joke and say that if a plant wants to be my house plant, they need to prove their love and survive my neglect. Good thing I don't raise my children the same way.
There was serious carnage in my little green house that sits on my kitchen windowsill. I put cacti in there. It looks cute and can stand up to my neglect.
This is what came out of the death chamber greenhouse...(believe me, I'm not proud)