I am generally an honest person--honest, even, to a fault--confessing things that don't need confessing, and telling you true things you didn't even ask. Yet, when it comes to succulents, I admit that I am not always altogether forthcoming. Let's see if you can relate to any of these:
It's not that I mean to lie, just that succulents bring out the self-protective impulse in me. Luckily, my spouse tends to know I'm lying and--most of the time--just rolls her eyes indulgently. Do any of these resonate? What succulent lies have you told lately?