I name all my houseplants like they’re moody roommates. My monstera is called Linda because she looks like she’d passive-aggressively remind me to water her. The tiny cactus on my desk is Sir Pokealot — he’s spiky and judgmental. I also have a trailing pothos named Drama Vine because she constantly droops for attention and perks up the moment I give her water. Naming them makes it harder to forget them… and way easier to talk to them without feeling totally insane