After binge-watching way too many home-reno shows during the pandemic, I became convinced that a living room wasn’t worth living in unless there was a massive leafy plant next to the couch. Ridiculous, I know, especially considering my apartment is far from the palatial “open concept” variety with “tons of light.” That’s when I started obsessing over the world of artificial plants. Lush fiddle-leaf figs. Beachy palms. In the forest of faux, all is possible, or so it seemed.