Man, this reminds me of a gas station near my parents' place that had a "fresh squeezed" OJ machine, and the oranges in the top were literally covered in fruit flies. I still think about it like once a month. Some places just don't get what they're selling.

Man, six weeks is a long time to test a plant's will to live! The thing with pothos is the soil dries out at different speeds depending on your pot size, room temp, and how much light it gets, so a strict Sunday schedule can be fine in summer and way too much in winter. Your neighbor wasn't totally wrong about overwatering being the usual killer, but the leaves dropping after you quit tells me the plant was just thirsty, not drowning.

Drains are the real tell for how a society actually lived, way more than a fancy helmet. Gold and swords tell you who was in charge, but a working sewer tells you whether the average person had a decent life. So what did the layout at Caerleon actually look like underground? Were they running separate lines for the barracks latrines and the rain runoff, or did it all dump into one channel? And did they build in a slope from the start or just let the water find its own way?