Is My Houseplant Judging Me? A Deep Dive into Plant-Based Side-Eye

Is My Houseplant Judging Me? A Deep Dive into Plant-Based Side-Eye

The Day My Fiddle Leaf Fig Agreed With My Cat

It happened last Tuesday. Burnt toast, mismatched socks—a morning straight out of a sitcom. Rushing out the door, late for work (again!), I caught a glimpse of Ferdinand, my majestic fiddle leaf fig.

leaf seemed angled… towards the couch… where Mr. Whiskers, my gloriously lazy cat, was sprawled out, soaking up the sun. It was as if Ferdinand was silently agreeing with my feline roommate: “She’s a mess, isn’t she?”

When My Peace Lily Wilted (and My Inbox Exploded)

Look, I’m a plant parent, through and through. I water, I chat, I even play them classical music (don’t judge!). But sometimes, they seem to sense when my life is a hurricane of to-do lists and missed deadlines.

Take Priscilla, my peace lily. Sweet, low-maintenance Priscilla. Yet, the moment my inbox hits triple digits and laundry day feels like a distant memory, her leaves droop lower than a basset hound’s ears. It’s like she’s silently judging: “Really? You ignored Grandma’s email? Get it together!”