Don't know why guys bother trying to talk to Spathiphyllum. His logical sense seems reduced to a single argument: if they disagree with me they're racists. Which kind of puts the end to any further rational discourse, doesn't it?
A shame, because he comes across otherwise as a nice fellow. Wish he lived near me. He's a gardener with time on his hands, and I need a good gardener because my late wife loved her garden and became very frustrated when she became to ill to look after it properly herself. When we finally found a good guy he did a superb job restoring it to part of its former glory, but stupidly got himself done for drunk-driving and has not returned to finish the job.