The Day My Houseplant Started Judging Me
We’ve all been there. You know, that moment when you’re sprawled on the couch, three episodes deep into a questionable reality TV show, and you swear you catch a glimpse of your usually placid houseplant… judging you. Okay, maybe not outright side-eye, but definitely some kind of disapproving leafy aura.
My journey into the secret world of judgmental houseplants began innocently enough. I was gifted this adorable little ZZ plant, let’s call him Zanzibar, for my birthday. Now, Zanzibar is known for being low-maintenance, practically thriving on neglect. Perfect for a self-proclaimed plant killer like myself, right?
Wrong.
Despite my best efforts (which, admittedly, were sporadic at best), Zanzibar started… wilting. Just a single leaf at first, drooping sadly like a disappointed parent. I panicked. Had I overwatered? Underwatered? Exposed him to too much bad reality TV?
