So, as the story goes, there was a gentlemen named Ray. Ray was a good kid. He took care of the house while the parents were away and everything was good. Everything was good that is, until the day he looked over and saw his mother's Croton and it didn't seem to look so good.
Now, to be fair, the way it dried out it still retained most of its color and only if you touched the leaves was it so obviously dead. Ray hadn't had a lot of experience in this area, so he really thought it could be some strange exotic growth pattern. Well, at least until he touched it.
