Yes, that is an Ikea plant. They're the only ones I can keep alive.
I have tried so many kinds, narrowing my range down to succulent plants only, since they are more tolerant of my forgetfulness, but no water for two months will stretch any living thing's patience no matter how apologetic you may be.
Beside it is my favorite Swiss newspaper and the beloved clock my sister gave me. Neither of those go untended - the words are read and the battery is always fresh. But the plants, well, they die.
Hence, the ikea-miracle-specimen. And as I sit down with my cup of coffee here in my favorite place, that plant smiles success back at me. It reminds me of how efficient I am and never offers up a reproach. Bless its little plastic soul...