No, not your Aunt Rosemary. She’s just sad. Little “r” rosemary — the kind you use for cooking, the kind that grows in your neighbor’s yard and then you jealously yank off a sprig of it because why should they have all the drought-resistant spice plants? And you put little “r” rosemary in water where she gets sunlight for a few hours every day, and soon enough you find that she’s sprouted spindly little roots that float about like strands of hair.
Laugh at me if you want. I saw Mimic. I’m keeping an eye on her.
EDIT: Just now realizing I totally missed the boat on titling this post Rosemary’s Baby. Shit.