Just finished a Bastille Day gig outside the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia. Cool setting, restaurant festival, with "any resemblance to any history, living or dead is purely incidental" well-written tableau complete with real guillotine and sacrificial watermelon. When Marie Antoinette says to let the rabble eat cake, they toss twinkies from the top of the outside wall into the crowd.
A good time was had by all, with the exception of the watermelon.
Instead of talking to your plants, if you yelled at them would they still grow, but only to be troubled and insecure?