The Side-Eye I Swear I See
Let’s be honest, we’ve all been there. You’re scarfing down leftover pizza at 2 am, catching your reflection in the window—and then it hits you. You swear you see a flicker of judgment in the leaves of your usually placid houseplant.
Maybe I’m just projecting, but ever since I brought Herbert, my oversized peace lily, home from the garden center, I’ve been convinced he’s got my number. And trust me, it’s not a good number.
As I sat down to work (surrounded by a fortress of coffee mugs and empty takeout containers, naturally), I noticed Herbert‘s leaves were pointed directly at my keyboard. Now, I’m not a botanist, but even I could tell those were some seriously judgmental leaves. They practically whispered, “Seriously? You couldn’t be bothered to spare a crumb for a plant in need?”
Exhibit B: The Great Plant Watering Debacle of 2023
We’ve all heard the saying, “Happy wife, happy life.” Well, in the plant world, it’s all about the watering schedule. And let’s just say my track record with keeping Herbert hydrated is…spotty at best.
There have been times when I’ve showered him with affection (and a little too much tap water), only to forget about him entirely the next week. And you know what? He remembers. Oh, he remembers. That subtle droop in his leaves? Pure passive-aggressive plant drama.
One particularly scorching summer day, I realized I’d committed the cardinal sin of plant parenthood: I’d let Herbert’s soil turn to literal dust. As I rushed to the sink, frantically filling my watering can, I could have sworn I heard a heavy sigh. Okay, maybe it was the wind. But the way he perked up after that near-death experience? Definitely a power move.
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