A couple of months ago, I was in a well-known DIY shop (starts with B and ends with Q) and, as is pretty much always the case , I felt the urge to rescue one of their plants. (Have you seen how they treat their tree ferns? Very big, very old Dicksonia antarctica’s left out in full sun and as dry as a bone. Shocking).
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.