This little Nepenthes (I think that’s what it is – it was close to death, unnamed and only 50p) was just screaming out, “Help, help” in a Penelope Pitstop kind of way and, as my crew of insectivorous plants in the Priory greenhouse can use a little help, I had to take her home with me. (For similar reasons never take me to dog rescue homes. Or second-hand bookshops).
It wasn’t long ago that a pitcher plant caught a Great Tit and made headline news around the world. Just look – here. Oh, OK then – headline news in Somerset.
My little plant would be hard pushed to swallow a blue-bottle. But …. just don’t get too close. Might give you a nasty nip. She’s recovered from her ordeal nicely; has three pitchers (each about a third full of water in which the insects drown) and I’m really quite fond of her and her gruesome little lifestyle.
