So, I finally decided my lucky bamboo deserves a fresh start—because, you know, even indoor plants need a glow-up once in a while. But can someone please explain why repotting this so-called “lucky” bamboo feels like orchestrating a coup in my living room? I’ve been staring at the roots like they’re plotting my downfall, and the whole process is turning into a dramatic reenactment of a sinking ship. Tips? Tricks? Moral support for my barely hopeful little emissary of luck? Let’s commiserate over our mutual bamboo repotting misadventures.