We all know that feeling. You know, the one where you’re scarfing down leftover takeout at 2 AM in your pajamas, and you swear you see a flash of judgment from across the room. But it’s not your roommate, significant other, or even your pet. It’s Beatrice, your supposedly innocent peace lily.
The Time Beatrice Staged a Silent Protest
It all started innocently enough. I brought Beatrice home from the plant store, a beacon of green hope in my otherwise chaotic apartment. I envisioned us becoming the best of friends – me, nurturing her with sunlight and water, and she, in turn, purifying my air and calming my soul.
Oh, how naive I was.
The first sign of trouble came after a particularly brutal online dating experience. Picture this: I’m sprawled on the couch, phone discarded dramatically on the floor, lamenting my non-existent love life. Suddenly, I hear a soft thud. I look over, and what do I see? Beatrice has shed a leaf. Right at my feet.
Coincidence? I think not.
