Always thought it was rather funny how we treat our plants..
At first, we watch them being born, nurturing them along until they are strong enough to go at it on their own before moving them into their new, loving, home.
We immediately start a rather intimate relationship. Tending to her every need. Making sure she gets what she needs to eat and drink, protecting her from those that would do her harm.
I don't know about you, but if I leave the house for more than a few hours, the very first thing I do when I get home is check on my girls. Make sure they are doing well.
As sometimes happens, the little ladies might just grow a wee bit akwardly, preventing them from reaching their full potential. And then we pour enormous amounts of effort into making sure our little girl will be the best that she can be!
And then one day.... Chop Chop! Off to the jars with you!
Think thats bad? Then we spend the next few months tearing chunks off of her dead body and burning them. To an outsider, I imagine that looks quite spiteful.
Though I'm sure she'd want it this way...