We all have our little quirks, right? Some people talk to their pets, others have full-blown conversations with inanimate objects (no judgment!). Me? I’m convinced my houseplant is silently critiquing my every move.
The Side-Eye From My Fiddle Leaf Fig
It all started innocently enough. I brought home Herbert (yes, I name my plants, don’t judge!) a beautiful fiddle leaf fig, from the local nursery. He was supposed to bring a touch of green serenity to my apartment. Instead, he brought judgment. Pure, unadulterated judgment.
I first noticed it while stress-eating leftover pizza at 2 am. You know, as one does. As I shamelessly shoveled cold pepperoni into my mouth, I caught Herbert’s shadow in the moonlight. His single, majestic leaf seemed to be… tilted? At an angle that could only be described as disapproving.
