We all have our little quirks, right? Some people talk to their pets (no judgment, Sparky!), some sing in the shower like they’re auditioning for a Broadway musical, and some… well, some of us become convinced our houseplants are silently judging our every move.
It Started With a Droop…
It all began innocently enough. I, like many during the dark days of quarantine-induced boredom, decided to become a “plant parent.” I envisioned a lush indoor jungle, a symphony of emerald green and vibrant blooms. What I got was Herbert.
The Curious Case of the Crumbling Croissant
One morning, I was running late for work and, in my haste, committed a cardinal sin. I forgot to water Herbert. As I rushed out the door, a croissant crumb tumbled from my hand and landed perilously close to the pot. When I returned that evening, the croissant was gone, vanished without a trace. Herbert, however, seemed…perkier?
Had Herbert developed a taste for pastries? Or was he silently judging my messy eating habits, only to “clean up” the evidence before I could be subjected to his leafy disdain?
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