From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent: My Story
Let’s be real, folks. Until recently, my thumbs were less green and more…well, let’s just say they resembled the sad, wilting state of any plant unfortunate enough to cross my path. I’m talking droopy leaves, suspicious smells, and a graveyard of succulents that could make even the Grim Reaper shed a tear.
But then something magical happened. Call it a moment of temporary insanity or a desperate plea to add some life (literally) to my apartment, but I adopted a humble little snake plant named Stan. And guess what? He thrived! Not only did Stan survive my initial attempts at plant care (which mostly involved forgetting he existed for weeks at a time), but he actually seemed…dare I say it…happy?
That, my friends, was the start of my unexpected journey into the wonderfully weird and surprisingly hilarious world of plant parenthood.
