I came back from vacation to find my plants … dun! dun! dun! … GONE! All of them, except the bamboo.
Today I have been told that they were taken to the ground floor for mass watering over the holidays. I went downstairs and found the room, but it was … dun! dun! dun! … LOCKED! I could see them through the glass, alongside other plants from other offices. Were they happier here, I asked myself? Did they spend the two weeks exchanging office anecdotes and humming to each other? Did they even want to come back? Would it be cruel to separate them from their newfound friends?
But alas, I am not a plant researcher, and my office does look really empty without them, so I got the key to the room and retrieved them. They’ll see their other plant friends next Christmas.
On a similar note, the coffee maker carafe was gone too. WHO WOULD DO SUCH A THING?!!!
. . .hahahaa. i thought maybe kalam ate all your plants while you were gone.
Yes … I did observe him on ocasion with a leaf end sticking out of the corner of his mouth … interesting!
Mass watering is just an excuse – for two weeks a year, U of T staffs put the fear of God in to the plants. Your plants are perhaps the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in the city — also the most terrified.