In one office I worked in, one of the women had a pot plant, which she talked to. Being an engineer and sceptical, for a kind of joke, every time I walked past the plant I muttered to it - Drop dead. To my amazement, the damn thing was dead inside a month. The blame didn't go to the woman who forgot to water it, of course, so, now, I even chat to vegetables when I visit them and naturally the Cairndhu gardeners encourage their Flower Show exhibits.
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