We all have our little quirks, right? Maybe you talk to your pets like they’re tiny humans, or perhaps you sing along dramatically to show tunes when you think no one’s listening. Me? I’m convinced my houseplant is judging me.
The Side-Eye Incident: A Plant‘s Revenge?
It all started innocently enough. I was repotting Phil, my prized monstera deliciosa (don’t judge my plant-naming skills), when I accidentally ripped one of his largest leaves. I gasped, apologized profusely to Phil (yes, I talk to my plants), and quickly moved on, assuming the incident was forgotten.
Later that day, I could have sworn Phil’s remaining leaves were angled slightly downwards, casting a perpetual shadow over the spot where the unfortunate leaf once resided. It was as if he was eternally side-eyeing the empty space, silently accusing me of plant-based homicide. Okay, maybe I was being dramatic, but the seed of doubt had been planted (pun intended!).
