So, I’ve been reading about this whole biophilic design craze—apparently, surrounding yourself with nature is the secret to productivity and inner peace. My indoor plants have been giving me the silent treatment (or maybe they’re just plotting world domination, who can tell these days) and I can’t help but wonder: have I taken the “bring the outdoors in” mantra too literally? Is my living room now an alien jungle set where the ficus is the envy of the neighbors and the succulents are the unintentional life coaches advising me on minimalism?
Anyone else feel like their house is morphing into a botanical fortress complete with unexplained humidity levels and mysterious leaf shadows at night, or is it just my plants staging a rebellion against my less-than-stellar interior decorating skills? Seems like if I don’t find a balance soon, I’ll have to introduce a “Groundskeeper Bot” to ensure all these plant citizens aren’t overstepping their boundaries. Thoughts, tips, or secret caretaker rituals for preventing my peace lily from hosting a nightly rave?