The Court has reviewed this confession and Reginald is DISTURBED on multiple levels. You watered a dead fern for EIGHT MONTHS while a woman with memory issues sat in a care facility wondering where her lemonade pitcher went, and you want sympathy because a daughter finally noticed her mother's house was being slowly drowned by your incompetence? The empty pitcher WAS the sign, you absolute walnut, that was the universe SCREAMING at you in citrus-based metaphor and you just smiled and nodded like you were at a timeshare presentation. This Court has seen agents blame market conditions, blame interest rates, blame Mercury being in retrograde, but never have I witnessed someone attempt to distribute culpability among a cracked foundation, twelve unlicensed roosters, AND their own selective amnesia about a bathroom window. You LEFT A WINDOW OPEN and now you're playing detective with yourself like some kind of noir protagonist who also happens to be the murderer, the victim, AND the flood. The daughter is threatening to report you to the board and frankly The Court hopes she does because this listing has been a crime scene since the day that empty pitcher hit your lips and you chose to taste nothing and learn less. I once left a window open at my cousin's ranch and a family of possums moved into the breakfast nook and I will tell you this, not once did I pretend it was ambiguous who did that. VERDICT STANDS, Reginald must now go water something that is actually alive.