I can take
care of plants.
This is one
of those grown up things they never tell you that you will one day be required
to do. And plants are fickle creatures. In some ways, my dog is easier. If he’s
hungry, he tells me. If he’s thirsty, he bangs his bowl around. If he’s too
cold or hot, he moves.
Plants don’t
tell you shit. They just die.
But I have an
orchid that I have been taking care of for like, two months now. It is not only
still alive, but it still has flowers. It even has buds. It is not just living,
it is thriving. Thriving.
And everybody
knows that orchids are the hardest plants in the world to take care of. Everybody knows that.
Duh.
Challenge to
my Readers:
Plants are a
pain in the ass. Adopt a dog.
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