The Bloom of Neglect!

I have several haworthia on the window sill by my desk. I grew them from seed a terribly long time ago, and I treat them with total contempt. As a result of which, every now and then, after a sudden watering brought about by my belated conscience, they flower, clearly thinking they haven't long for this world. I would like to be able to say that I fail to water them for months on end on purpose, so that they bloom the flowers of acute stress, but it wouldn't be true.