My private jungle

For years, it has been a known fact. I am a serial killer. Any plant that came near me, very quickly became another skeleton. not in the closet as in the trash can (for you brits – in the bin).
Lately, I have managed to create a small miracle. Four, I repeat – four plants have stayed alive and well on my desktop. Real plants. For over half a year they have flourished and grown. They make you feel good. They bring oxygen to the room. They improve the environment. They are pure good.
However, as of today, it seems like I have returned to my evil ways. Any idea what I have done wrong?

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