Oh lord. I finally quit having houseplants because I couldn’t handle the guilt. When I picked one up in the store I could just about hear them scream. It doesn’t help that signs of overwatering and signs of underwatering are the same damn signs. I’m much better with cats. Cats let you know.
Even my wife agrees that this is exactly what happens to my houseplants.
In my own defense, I must point out that I have not yet managed to kill the two lovely orchids in our front bay window. Probably because they are silk … but that’s beside the point.
Nasty, brutish, and short.
hehehhe so true
also similar with a lot of other things
Don’t you mean Son of a Bitch? You forgot the “A”
The plant probably can’t pronounce all the words due to its dehydrated state.
I think it’s a movie title, from the same series as “Bitch” and “The return of bitch”.
Aw crap. Good catch. Will fix.
Nothing says love like torture.
Now I feel bad because of the two plants at work. Even if I water them twice per week, it doesn’t feel like it’s enough, hehe.
How appropriate. I just saw a musical about a homicidal, jive-talking artichoke last night!
What was the name of that movie? I may want to watch it. What could be scarier than a homicidal jive-talking artichoke?
I hope Barbara Billingsley provides translations in the commentary track.
That’s getting to the Root of it! Dying plants just want us to Leave them be.
Oh lord. I finally quit having houseplants because I couldn’t handle the guilt. When I picked one up in the store I could just about hear them scream. It doesn’t help that signs of overwatering and signs of underwatering are the same damn signs. I’m much better with cats. Cats let you know.
I would think the plant would be calling him a Son of a Birch, or maybe just a real Ash, but maybe I/m barking up the wrong tree.
this webcomic is the reason i get up in the morning
oh, and alarm clocks, too.
Well, get up in the morning on mondays. There are other reasons to get up on other days.
Dammit, Adam, have you been watching me again?
Even my wife agrees that this is exactly what happens to my houseplants.
In my own defense, I must point out that I have not yet managed to kill the two lovely orchids in our front bay window. Probably because they are silk … but that’s beside the point.
I’d rather play Hurk than go to work … and something about the Charlie Brown stripe.
This reminds me of Crowley in the hilarious book “Good Omens”