It began, as most domestic revolutions do, with a spreadsheet and a cactus named Bramble.
Gregory was innocently pruning a windowsill herb garden when he heard the soft rustle of organized resistance. Terence, still emotionally distant but photosynthetically stable, stood at the forefront with a sticker on his pot that read:
> "Local 042: Foliage United for Soil Equality."
Maurice sipped tea. "This is why we don't let the ficus read political theory."
Joy gasped. "They've unionized."
Picklebot beeped solemnly and handed Gregory a document printed on recycled banana peels:
> "Plantifesto of the United Potted Assembly"
1. Weekly rotation toward sunlight.
2. Organic fertilizer, not the weird experimental kombucha stuff.
3. Recognition of sentience and at least one poem per month.
4. No more holiday-themed costumes without consent.
Signed:
Terence (Ficus), Bramble (Cactus), Basil (the Basil), Fernie Sanders (Progressive Houseplant Rep.)
