My mother--now dead--had a plant growing in her kitchen. It was curling off the eight-foot high ceiling. She thought it strange that my brother took such good care of that plant. She told me he trimmed it regularly and pinched the leaves. He had her convinced it was an ornamental shrub. I hated to disillusion the old gal, but I did offer to get rid of it for her. And I burned the evidence. Musta used about twenty packs of ZigZags. What a week (or maybe month). Can't be sure.