The heartleaf philodendron is one of the most common house plants you will find. When I lived in Chicago you would see it in homes, offices, and classrooms. It was ubiquitous. The reason for that is because you can't kill the damn thing. I've seen them all yellow, hanging forlornly, and on their last leg. Yet add a few drops of water and a hint of sunlight, they spring back to life. The real trouble with them is when they are introduced into a Florida yard. Some years ago one of my tenants had a sickly heartleaf philodendron so he placed it out in the front yard, still in its planter. Now, many years later, that tiny, pitiful plant has grown to monstrous proportions, and is eating my house. It has grown up the walls, digging out chunks of stucco and shooting tendrils into my eaves. It has spread over the entire front courtyard smothering every other plant I had out there. So over the weekend I hired a very nice man to come in and remove it. For hours he was out there pulling and yanking. He piled it all up in front of the house and the next day the garbage truck came by and took it away. When the nice young man was all done out front I asked him how much money he needed for such a labor intensive job.
"Twenty five dollars."
"Excuse me, twenty five dollars. For everything?"