My Fiddle Leaf Fig Swooned (In Disgust?)
We’ve all been there. You know, that moment when you’re scarfing down leftover pizza in your pajamas at 2 PM on a Tuesday, and you catch a glimpse of your houseplant. It’s just sitting there, silently soaking up the sun… or is it judging your questionable life choices?
I swear, my fiddle leaf fig, Ferdinand, fainted dead away last week when I accidentally watered him with the remnants of my cold brew (don’t judge me, it was a Monday!). One minute he was standing tall and proud, the next he was dramatically drooping like he’d just witnessed a crime against nature.
Which, let’s be honest, he kind of did. But still! Ferdinand’s dramatic reaction got me thinking… are our houseplants secretly judging us?
