We all have our little quirks, right? Mine just happens to be an unshakeable belief that my houseplant, Ferdinand, is constantly judging me.
It Started With a Droop…
It all began innocently enough. I brought Ferdinand home from the garden center, a vibrant and leafy peace lily promising to purify my air and bring a touch of the outdoors in. I watered him, gave him a prime spot by the window, and even played him some Mozart, because, you know, plants love classical music, or so I’ve heard.
Turns out, I’d forgotten to open the blinds that day, and poor Ferdinand was simply experiencing a severe case of light deprivation. I quickly rectified the situation, but the seed of doubt had been sown. What if the droop wasn’t an accident? What if it was Ferdinand’s way of expressing his utter disappointment in my plant-parenting skills?
Is My Houseplant Giving Me the Side-Eye?
Since then, I’ve noticed it more and more – the way Ferdinand seems to tilt his leaves ever so slightly when I’m binge-watching reality TV instead of, say, reading classic literature. Or the way he seems to wilt dramatically whenever I order takeout for the third night in a row.