I did not come to pothos gracefully.
For years I overlooked them completely. They were beginner plants, and I was busy throwing money at variegated monsteras like someone with a problem 👀.
(They were also, bizarrely, not that common in the UK back in 2017).
But somewhere in the middle of nearly a decade of increasingly chaotic plant ownership, I had a moment of clarity: pothos are great and everyone’s been sleeping on them.
The thing that got me was seeing a mature, climbing pothos being mistaken for a variegated monstera. Fenestrated leaves, massive, gold-flecked leaves…in the immortal words of Olivia Cooke: stunnin.
And how did it get there? By being left the hell alone. A plant that looks INCREDIBLE trailing down a shelf and climbing a moss pole? A QUEEN. An actual QUEEN.
I have five pothos and counting (not including a Satin Pothos, that isn’t technically a Pothos, plus 100+ other houseplants). I live in a south-facing ex-council house in North Yorkshire, which sounds like ideal growing conditions until you factor in the rabbit. Holly will eat anything plants at herr level, which has taught me a lot about where not to put a toxic trailing plant (for a medium-sized rabbit, that girl can STRETCH).
NobodyMistMe exists because the internet is full of pothos advice that ranges from slightly wrong to baffling. Misting. Low light. The NASA air study. I’m not a botanist. I’m someone who has kept pothos alive, watched them fail, figured out why, and started again. This site is what I wish I’d found at the beginning.
Holly is not sorry. And yes, I shouldn’t keep a rabbit alone, but that’s on her for outliving Daisy.
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