Has anyone else dealt with the diva that is Dryopteris erythrosora? I planted mine hoping for the charming, low-maintenance fern life, only for it to act like the world's most indifferent houseplant. It practically screams, "I'm fabulous, deal with it," every time I give it a sprinkle of water. Is it just naturally prone to indie rebellion, or did I inadvertently sign it up for a performance art career? Any insights, or should I just start a fan club for its dramatic tendencies?
