Two nights ago I had a dream that I killed my plant.
Lo and behold....
...today: a droopy and pathetic little thing.
It used to look perky and healthy, but I obviously did not inherit the green thumb from my mother. However, with her instructions and my prayers, hopefully, it will decide to come back to life.
And no, someone did not bite off one of the leaves. It was placed too close to a candle and half of it burned. I guess this little plant was destined to have a hard life.
6 comments:
It's a hard knock life for it. It's a hard knock life for it. Burned by candle light, droopy every night. It's a hard knock life.
It needs to learn a lesson from my plant Felix. He should have died several times by now with the treatment he receives in our apartment.
the power to kill in your dreams is a frightening one. you may want to wear a tinfoil hat to bed to keep the violent vibes from affecting other innocent flora.
that really is a bummer. If it makes you feel any better, I really, really stink at keeping plants alive.
I agree with Jared, you should wear a tinfoil hat in your sleep, for the safety of us all.
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