My Brown Thumb Strikes Again
Let’s be honest, I’m not exactly known for my green thumb. In fact, I’m pretty sure my houseplants tremble in fear when I walk by. My track record with keeping anything green alive is…spotty, at best. There was that unfortunate fern incident (RIP Ferdinand), the cactus that mysteriously shriveled up (turns out even cacti need water occasionally), and let’s not forget the basil plant that went from thriving to tragic in the span of a weekend.
So, you can imagine my apprehension when my well-meaning friend gifted me a peace lily for my birthday. “It’s low maintenance,” she assured me. “Just needs a little water and some sunlight.” Famous last words, right?
His leaves were drooping, his blooms were wilting, and he had this overall air of sadness about him. It was like he was saying, “Dude, you were gone for 72 hours? I thought we had something special!” I felt terrible. I had let Percy down, and now he was paying the price.
The Comeback Kid (Or Should I Say, Kid-ney?)
Determined to save my little green buddy, I did what any self-respecting millennial would do: I consulted the internet. After hours of scrolling through plant forums and watching YouTube tutorials, I discovered that I had been severely underwatering Percy. Apparently, even “low maintenance” plants need a little TLC every now and then.
I immediately gave him a good soaking, and to my relief, he started to perk up. Within a few days, he was back to his old self, with new blooms even starting to appear. It was a miracle! Or, you know, just basic plant biology, but still, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I had nursed Percy back to health, and in the process, I realized something pretty profound.