Maybe you dropped your phone for the hundredth time that day, or burnt dinner… again. But have you ever gotten that feeling from your houseplant?
My Fiddle-Leaf Fig Made Me Feel Judged (Really!)
It all started innocently enough. I was sprawled on the couch, buried under a mountain of blankets, desperately trying to binge-watch my way through a rom-com marathon. Empty pizza boxes littered the coffee table (don’t judge, it was a tough week!), and my laundry hamper overflowed like a forgotten volcano. It was then that I noticed it. My beloved fiddle-leaf fig, Ferdinand, seemed… different.
His usually perky leaves drooped slightly, and I could have sworn he was leaning away from the chaos. Was it my imagination, or did Ferdinand just give me the botanical equivalent of a disappointed sigh? From that moment on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Ferdinand was judging my every move.
Exhibit A: The Case of the Neglected Watering Can
Remember how I mentioned it was a tough week? Well, apparently, Ferdinand took it personally. I walked into my living room one morning to find him looking particularly parched. His soil was bone dry, and his leaves were practically begging for a drink.
Guilt washed over me. I quickly filled his watering can, muttering apologies as I gave him a much-needed drink. As the water quenched his thirst, I could have sworn I saw a single leaf perk up, as if to say, “It’s about time.” Okay, maybe I was projecting, but the guilt was real.
Exhibit B: The Great Repotting Debacle
Convinced that Ferdinand was trying to tell me something, I decided to become a better plant parent. I researched the perfect soil mixture, invested in a stylish new pot, and even downloaded a plant care app (yes, really). The repotting process, however, was less than graceful.
Picture this: me, covered in dirt, desperately trying to untangle Ferdinand’s roots from his old pot. Let’s just say it wasn’t my most glamorous moment. As I finally managed to wrestle him into his new home, I noticed a few stray leaves scattered on the floor. Ferdinand, meanwhile, remained stoic, but I could practically hear him thinking, “Was all this really necessary?”
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