We all have our quirks. Some of us talk to our pets (don’t judge!), others burst into song at the most inopportune times. Me? I swear my houseplant is judging me.
The Side-Eye From a Spider Plant: A Plant Parent’s Journey
It all started innocently enough. I, like many during the dark days of 2020, decided to become a plant parent. I envisioned a lush oasis, a testament to my nurturing abilities. What I got was Horace the Spider Plant, a creature of apparent habit and, dare I say, opinions.
At first, I laughed it off. Plants can’t judge…right?
The Curious Case of the Coincidental Wilt: A Pattern Emerges
But then the coincidences (or were they?) began. A disastrous online date? Horace’s leaves practically curled in on themselves. A particularly triumphant work presentation? The plant practically did a victory dance, new growth unfurling like confetti.
My friends, initially amused, now fuel the fire.
- “Did you water Horace with your tears after that text from Dave?”
- “Wow, Horace is THRIVING. You must have finally folded that laundry pile.”
I mean, they’re not wrong. The evidence is compelling.
My Houseplant Stages an Intervention: The Final Straw
The peak (or should I say, the wilting point) came during a particularly epic procrastination session. I was supposed to be finishing an important project, but instead, I found myself four hours deep into a reality TV marathon, fueled by leftover birthday cake.
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