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Water your plants
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Yet One More Idiot
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World's biggest idiot xD
@DMFlutter201
Watering my plants will result them smelling like mint

That definitely doesn't sound like a very bad thing. Especially if one of your plants is mint anyway. :) (We used to have mint growing in our garden…never planted it, it just appeared there and started growing, so we encouraged it)

These days, the only "food-like" plants we have are blackberries, which has resulted in our gardens — both front and back — becoming overrun with brambles; and a large deadly nightshade shrub, that grows right outside our front door! xD
Podbeing

@Fajiminto
"Investigator's Journal, 5-28-20A: I have adopted a foolproof disguise that will allow me to blend in with the locals and gain me access to observations I could not have obtained otherwise. Soon I will be able to see how their touch-stumps operate at close range. The secrets of opposable thumbs are almost within my grasp."

"5-28-20B: I could have planned this better. I kind of wish I hadn't drank three bottles of mango juice before adopting this disguise, however."

"5-28-20C: the specific biped I'm studying suspects nothing. NOTHING. Those 'hands' are marvelously intricate. I wonder what they feel like…? Perhaps I will have to find a way to obtain that data."

"Lyra, if you wanted head-scritches, you know the only thing you had to do is ask, right? I promise you I don't mind. Also, why are you monologuing from inside my watering can?"

"THE BIPED HAS NOTICED ME! I MUST ESCAPE AT ONCE! BUT—NO! I CANNOT ESCAPE MY DISGUISE! I'M TRAPPED! AIIIEEE! MY ONLY HOPE IS THAT SOMEONE FINDS THIS JOURNAL AND LEARNS FROM MY ERROR! SCIENCE MUST PREVAIL!"

"[SIGH] I'll get the baby oil from Bon Bon. Again. And please tell me you didn't pee in there."

"Okay. I didn't pee in here."

"Lyra? Is that true? Lyra? Look at me, Lyra."

"…maybe?"

"Ewww, Lyra. Just…ewww."