We’ve all been there. You know, that moment when you’re sprawled on the couch, three episodes deep into a cheesy reality show, and you glance over to see your normally placid houseplant seemingly… judging you. Okay, maybe “judging” is a strong word. But there’s definitely a certain energy, a vibe, emanating from its leafy presence that screams, “Seriously? This is what you’re doing with your life?”
The Curious Case of the Wilting Peace Lily
It all started innocently enough. I, like many during the pandemic, decided to become a Plant Parent™. I envisioned a home filled with lush greenery, a testament to my newfound green thumb. I even named my first victim— I mean, plant— Ferdinand. He was a peace lily, a symbol of tranquility and prosperity. Little did I know, Ferdinand would soon become the bane of my existence.
And Ferdinand? He started to wilt. Dramatically. His once-proud leaves drooped like a teenager forced to endure a family dinner. I swear, he even seemed to sigh whenever I walked by. It was as if he was saying, “Really, Sharon? You couldn’t even set a reminder on your phone?”
My Spider Plant Stares Me Down
Ferdinand wasn’t my only accuser. Oh no, my friends, the judgment was spreading. My once-chipper spider plant, affectionately dubbed “Spidey,” had also joined the silent protest. Spidey, bless his heart, is a trooper. He’s survived countless near-drowning experiences (thanks, overzealous watering can!), a nasty bout of aphids, and even my cat’s occasional attempts to use him as a scratching post.