I have always been facinated by pitcher plants. On the farm in Mississippi, my friends and I would plow through the bogs looking to see what we could find inside these carnivous plants. I have seen tiny frogs, lizards and all sorts of insects.
Anyway, I had to drive to Manchester on Saturday to Longfellow's Nursery to pick up a red hybiscus for Beth's birthday. Daughters are worth the extra miles to get just what they want.
While at the Nursery, which is just the greatest place in the world to go, I spotted this wonderful pitcher plant. Husband Tom has likewise always been attracted to these plants because of his love of science and growing things. Soooo, I decided that he needed a present as well.
When I got it, and the giant hybiscus, home, we had to put water in the pitchers. Tom found a squirt bottle that would just fit into the small mouths of the pitchers, so together we put some water into each of them.
Maybe this one will survive. I have successfully killed a few before, but never one this vigorous looking.
