Have you ever purchased a plant or a pot and then wondered what in the world you had been thinking? My only excuse for the pot is that it was a thrift store bargain. The plant itself--I have no idea. It just seemed like a good idea at the time, and it was cute in its infanthood. Separately, they were unattractive, together, revolting. I really detest both the pot and the plant!
The plant is a succulent called Crassula obovata, or commonly, Jade Plant. (I've come to the conclusion that true identity is impossible because each plant labeled C. obovata is completely different.) It can't take the heat in Phoenix so I have to keep it in the house. It can't take any frost in winter, so that means it is in the house most of the year, right where I can see it.
I would be too embarrassed to give it away, and I just can't throw it away, because that's like premeditated murder! The only outcome I can hope for is that it dies a natural death. I won't withhold liquids or nutrients to speed the process. It could succumb to a mealy bug infestation or contract a pathogen of some sort, but I won't wish that upon it just because I made a mistake. Its being hit by the proverbial Mack truck is beyond the realm of possibility. Its fate is in the stars. The pot is a different story. Once the plant is gone, the pot is history!
I've learned my lesson about dreadful plants and ugly, cheap pots. From now on, I will carefully weigh all purchases. Jade plants can live for 50 years. I have a feeling this monstrosity will outlive me!