I was going to laugh, but the sight of another Aspidistra stopped me!
When my wife kept nagging me (she is good at that), about getting a real Victorian House,
I finally had to gave in. So we bought a house made for the Great Exhibition in 1868!
Typical wife, loved the house but the garden had not been touched since the beginning of the Second World War,
The owner had assured me that the day we moved in everything would be clean and the house emptied. So we duly got the keys, I was going to carry her over the threshold, but could not afford to hire a fork lift truck.
When we got in there, lo and behold the house was clean, empty no!
In every fireplace Aspidistras, everywhere, even in the kitchen and the bathroom.
Then Sansevierias in the bedroom, a nightmare.
So I rang the estate agents and they said they would sort it out, the previous owner came back and explained the Aspidistras would not grow in his new house, and I was welcome to them.
As they are a Victorian plant often called the cast iron or bar plant, the wife said yes we will have them.
So the wife learnt how to propagate them, oh no, please no more.
I persuaded her to take the Sansevieria to work, or give it to the mother in law.
Now it has come back and she has separated it!
Sharon you cannot give an Aspidistra away, who would want a plant you cannot kill?
Put it in total darkness and somehow it finds enough light to grow, so i know how you feel.
My sympathies are with you.
Regards from a wet and miserable London.
p.s see what I mean, and that is just one fireplace!