I own a plant whose name is not Chuck, though that's what I call him. To be honest, I've forgotten what his real name is, and he refuses to remind me, so... he's Chuck.
Tonight, I asked Chuck: "How much Chuck could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" Chuck resented the question. Also, he resented the fact that I called him Chuck, since that is not his name.
And thus marks the end of day #537 of Chuck giving me the silent treatment. It's also probably day #537 of Chuck wishing I'd give him the silent treatment too.