Is My Plant Judging Me? (The Evidence is Overwhelming)
We’ve all been there. You know, that moment when you lock eyes with your leafy roommate across the room, and you just know they’re silently assessing your life choices. It’s like they’re thinking, “Really, Brenda? Another takeout container? I thought we talked about this.”
When My Fiddle Leaf Fig Almost Called Child Protective Services
It all started innocently enough. I adopted Ferdinand the Fiddle Leaf Fig from a local plant shop. He was a beauty – tall, vibrant, with leaves the size of my head (okay, maybe a slight exaggeration, but they were big!). I envisioned us becoming the envy of plantfluencers everywhere.
But Ferdinand, oh Ferdinand, was a drama queen of the highest caliber. One day, I was running late and forgot to water him. The next morning, I woke up to find him dramatically drooping, leaves practically sweeping the floor.
