We all have our little quirks, right? Maybe you leave dishes “soaking” for a suspiciously long time, or perhaps you’re still rocking that questionable fashion choice from 2008. Whatever it is, we hope our plants don’t notice… right?
But what if they do? What if, beneath that placid exterior of verdant leaves and vibrant blooms, our houseplants are silently judging our every move?
The Curious Case of the Dramatic Droop
It all started innocently enough. I brought home a beautiful fiddle leaf fig, its leaves a symphony of emerald green. I envisioned us as the perfect pair: me, the responsible plant parent, and Ferdinand (yes, I named him), the thriving symbol of my domesticity.
Oh, how naive I was.
The first hint of judgment came after a particularly chaotic week. Work deadlines collided with social obligations, leaving little time for anything else, let alone plant care. I walked into my apartment, exhausted but triumphant, only to be greeted by Ferdinand’s dramatic droop.
My Plant Hates My Cooking: The Suspiciously Timed Sneeze
As the weeks went by, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Ferdinand was onto me. He seemed to develop a knack for “conveniently” wilting at the most embarrassing moments.
Like the time I was attempting to impress a date with my (alleged) culinary skills. Just as I was describing my “famous” spaghetti carbonara (read: pasta with scrambled eggs), Ferdinand chose that exact moment to dramatically shed a leaf.