So I told my plants, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll water you tomorrow.’ Next thing I know, the aloe is giving me side-eye, the fern is whispering with the succulents, and the spider plant has already started writing its memoir titled ‘Betrayed by Barton.’ Pretty sure they’re plotting a photosynthesis-powered coup. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, check the compost bin. 🌱😂😅😅