We all know that plants bring life to a room, but lately, I’ve started to suspect mine bring something else entirely: judgment. It’s in the subtle droop of a leaf after I’ve forgotten to water for the third day in a row, the perky alertness after I finally succumb to buying that fancy plant food. Yes, my friends, I’m convinced my house plants are silently judging my every move.
The Case of the Dramatic Dracaena
It all started with Brenda. Now, Brenda isn’t a roommate or a pet, she’s my dracaena. And Brenda, despite being named after my sweet, mild-mannered grandmother, is anything but. One day, after a particularly stressful phone call with my internet provider (let’s just say patience isn’t their strong suit), I noticed Brenda looking a little…peaky.
The Curious Case of the Perky Peace Lily
If Brenda is the embodiment of silent disapproval, my peace lily, Percy, is a master of passive aggression. Percy is a fickle fellow, prone to dramatic fainting spells if his environment isn’t perfectly humid. So, imagine my surprise when, after weeks of looking like he was about to stage his own funeral, Percy suddenly perked up.