Filed under: Definitely Not Paranoid, For Science, Plant Parenthood
Listen, I know how this sounds. But hear me out.
It started innocently enough. Like any Gen-Xer who watched too much X-Files and still has her original mood ring, I decided plants would fix my life. Within six months, my Victorian farmhouse looked like a jungle had a baby with a greenhouse. Everything was fine. Normal, even.
Until they started...watching.
Evidence File #1: The Philodendron Incident
Three weeks ago, I was writing...