Are My Houseplants Judging Me? I Think They Might Be…
We’ve all been there. You’re sprawled on the couch in your oldest sweatpants, two days past your shower date, debating whether that bag of chips counts as dinner… again. Suddenly, you lock eyes with your houseplant. You know, the one you swore you’d take care of? The one you’d lovingly water and fertilize and sing to? (Okay, maybe that last part was a bit much). In that instant, you swear you see a flicker of judgment in its leaves. Or maybe it’s just the way the light is hitting it?
When My Fiddle Leaf Fig Staged an Intervention
My suspicions began with Ferdinand, my majestic fiddle leaf fig. He was thriving when I first brought him home, a vision of verdant glory. But lately? Let’s just say our relationship has been… strained. It all started with a particularly brutal breakup (he always did prefer Ben & Jerry’s over heartbreak). I may have forgotten to water him for, let’s not dwell on the specifics, a while.
When I finally remembered, Ferdinand was drooping dramatically, leaves practically dragging on the floor. As I frantically tried to revive him, I could have sworn he sighed. A deep, put-upon, “Seriously?” kind of sigh.
Ferdinand isn’t the only one with an opinion. My snake plant, Susan, is a master of the silent treatment. She’s a low-maintenance gal, I’ll give her that. But sometimes, I feel like her silence speaks volumes.
Like the time I brought home a questionable online date (Susan has always had impeccable taste). I swear I saw her leaves curl inward in disapproval. And don’t even get me started on her reaction to my attempts at “feng shui” – let’s just say she’s not afraid to throw some serious shade.
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