We bought a pitcher plant (that's Nepenthes Burbidgeae to you) a few months ago at a street fair and put it out on our terrace. It's a carnivorous plant that attracts insects into its hanging, pitcher-shaped cups of death, where they drown and are slowly dissolved into food. The woman at the street fair has been growing and selling several types of carnivorous plants for years, which I assumed were imported from Southeast Asia. Nope, they come from Alabama. Now THAT'S exotic!
It was a small little thing when we bought it, and didn't grow much for a few months. Then Ziggy learned that ants fall into the pitchers after a rain, because the surface of the plant gets all slippery on the outside and sticky on the inside. So she started spraying water on the pitchers regularly, and delighted in watching ants fall to their watery grave inside the plant. She liked this a lot. And so did the plant. This thing is now starting to resemble the star of Little Shop of Horrors, as Ziggy obsessively tends to its care, fueling its gluttony for...ant flesh.But she apparently isn't the only one obsessed with these carnivorous vegetables; here's a flesh-eating plant montage that somebody posted on You Tube:
