From Beloved Houseplant to Shady Roommate: A Cautionary Tale
Remember that blissful feeling when you first brought home that majestic fiddle-leaf fig? I do. We were going to be the envy of every plant parent on the block. Fast forward to now, and let’s just say the honeymoon phase is officially O-V-E-R.
It all started subtly. Maybe it was the way its leaves seemed to droop a little lower after a particularly stressful day (mine, not its, obviously… or was it?). Or the way it seemed to thrive after I returned from a weekend away, basking in the glow of someone else watering it for once.
Exhibit A: My Houseplant Shaded My Crumbs (Literally)
Picture this: It’s Saturday morning, the sun is streaming through the window, and I’m indulging in a truly decadent almond croissant. Crumbs? Who cares about crumbs? Not this girl.
As I savored the buttery goodness, I glanced at Ferdinand (yes, I named him, don’t judge). And that’s when I saw it – a single, perfect almond croissant flake resting on the edge of his pot. Coincidence? I think not. That, my friends, was a pointed message if I ever saw one. A message that said, “Really, Sharon? You couldn’t be bothered to eat over a plate?”