Retarded plants and cute fuzzies
For those of you who do not know already, I’ve moved to a cozy little apartment where have seen fit to cram all types of plants into my lovely large double windows. This jungle has now taken over a deal of space in my room and no jungle would be complete without a small army of fruit flies. Enough of them to defend a small country. All over the place!!! They are stirred up anytime I walk to my computer, like freshly settled dust.. except then they ALL follow me around with kamikaze attempts to gouge out my eyes and fly into my nose.
This brings me to today. While I was walking (quite innocently and rather unwilling to spend unnecessary money) through Martins. I was seriously on my way out when I passed.. a Venus Flytrap. Perfect!!! It wants little flies, I want to be rid of them, perfect! Right? Well. I must have picked out a retarded one. Seriously, I left the lid off of it for hours until the little buggers settled in there and made themselves at home. I come back, slam the darn lid on them and.. nothing! I watch, horrified, as little fruit fly feet pitter patter ALL OVER the inside of the “leaves” or whatever they are, and they DON’T DO ANYTHING!! What more could it possibly ask for? I’m not going to jump about smashing the things and then hand feeding a PLANT. I’m not the hand feeding type. Exactly what am I supposed to do with a Venus Flytrap that wont trap flies?!
In other (more successful) news, I adopted an Aussie!!!! His name is Duncan (after a character from Monarch of the Glen) and he is to DIE for! Other than the fact that he destroyed a pair of my shoes, his other major problem is the fact that he’s so darn cute and loves EVERYBODY. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. However. I ironically live in one of the only apartment buildings that is festering with small children who adore him. Again, this might not be so bad if: 1) I didn’t hate small children, 2) they didn’t flock to him like moths to a flame and 3) if they didn’t knock on my door (unattended and never fully clothed) at all hours of the day and night. Seriously, they even told me that they knock on the door even when I’m not home just so they can hear him scream out from his crate. Good job on the parenting front there.
This brings me to today. While I was walking (quite innocently and rather unwilling to spend unnecessary money) through Martins. I was seriously on my way out when I passed.. a Venus Flytrap. Perfect!!! It wants little flies, I want to be rid of them, perfect! Right? Well. I must have picked out a retarded one. Seriously, I left the lid off of it for hours until the little buggers settled in there and made themselves at home. I come back, slam the darn lid on them and.. nothing! I watch, horrified, as little fruit fly feet pitter patter ALL OVER the inside of the “leaves” or whatever they are, and they DON’T DO ANYTHING!! What more could it possibly ask for? I’m not going to jump about smashing the things and then hand feeding a PLANT. I’m not the hand feeding type. Exactly what am I supposed to do with a Venus Flytrap that wont trap flies?!
In other (more successful) news, I adopted an Aussie!!!! His name is Duncan (after a character from Monarch of the Glen) and he is to DIE for! Other than the fact that he destroyed a pair of my shoes, his other major problem is the fact that he’s so darn cute and loves EVERYBODY. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. However. I ironically live in one of the only apartment buildings that is festering with small children who adore him. Again, this might not be so bad if: 1) I didn’t hate small children, 2) they didn’t flock to him like moths to a flame and 3) if they didn’t knock on my door (unattended and never fully clothed) at all hours of the day and night. Seriously, they even told me that they knock on the door even when I’m not home just so they can hear him scream out from his crate. Good job on the parenting front there.