Warning: Do not let your friend name your new houseplant
I bought a really nice snake plant from a nursery in Austin last month, and my buddy Mike came over to see it. He looked at it for a full minute, then said, "This one's name is Gary. He looks like a Gary." Now, every time I water it, I catch myself saying, "Okay Gary, drink up." It's a plant, but it has a full name and personality now. Has anyone else's plant collection gotten weirdly personal because of someone else?
My roommate's sister visited and named his fiddle leaf fig "Bartholomew Reginald Fiddleworth the Third." She wrote a tiny backstory about him being a disgraced aristocrat. Now my roommate talks to it in a terrible British accent when he mists the leaves.