The only sounds my plants make are cries of shame and terror. I insult them and trim one of my other houseplants in front of them to show them what's coming. I call them bad names. Show them pictures of my last harvest. "Why can't you be more like Big Betha? You're pathetic! I should have pulled you as a seedling instead of your brother-in-the-pot. Bah! You call those trichomes? You think you smell like weed?"
And so on.
I don't have a physical outlet for whatever minor stress I have in a day so I trim, defoliate, LST and HST, until the burden is lifted from my shoulders.
But I love my plants and they love me. They get nothing but the best fish squeezins from only endangered fish. They get the best light I can give them.
I protect them from pests and diseases.
I spend time with them. Tucking here, tucking there. Tickling the odd hair for a laugh. When I get down on them too much I always apologize profusely and give them extra squeezins. And I always cry THC tears when I harvest.
I call my method High Stress Passive Aggressive Training. Or, HiSPAT. Maybe HiStrPaAggTr?
But on a lighter note. How many divers or snorkelers are there in here? Underwater noises are varied. Mostly sandy bottoms are pretty quiet. Reefs, rocks, and walls are full of clicks. Swimming through rock arches is the clicking all around instead of in front or under you. It's like white noise at times.