It’s been a few weeks since I bought my venus flytrap plant.
Frankly, I’m growing quite concerned for poor wee Trappy.
That’s the direction of name I’m leaning towards. We tried Penelope, and we tried Evelyn, but Trappy seems to have stuck. (Sorry Moof. I stole your name. It’s very catchy.)
Trappy isn’t doing so good.
Partly through sabotage, and partly my own over enthusiasm that is slowly but surely killing it.
After reading endless FAQ’s and trawling a variety of websites, it was finally drilled into my skull that even Britta filtering the water doesn’t really get rid of the minerals. (London is a hard water area, and Trappy is very finicky.)
Rain water or distilled water seemed to be the thing generally advised.
Ironically we’re were having a lovely warm spell at the time. Even when there were a few days forecast for rain, it’s an absolute bitch trying to get rain water. No one tells you that. Collecting untainted rainwater is virtually impossible.
You can’t scoop it out of a puddle (I did think of that) so I nagged at the ex to let me put some jars outside in the vain hope it might catch some rain water.
After berating me about bringing home jars and taking up room, it turns out we don’t have enough jars.
Then the jar I finally was able to wheedle off the ex, and stuck outside got nicked by some unknown person. (The ex was angry that the jar was now lost. Lost forever. Oh jar! Where are you jar? Why jar?)
The large planter I emptied and washed out kept getting blown over by the wind.
I started having bad dreams about bad water and Trappy dying. Suddenly everything depended on Trappy’s survival.
One night the ex came home drunk and stuck a finger in all of Trappy little traps while my back was turned, and forcibly closed them.
Luckily Trappy recovered by the next morning and the ex apologised so I managed to calm down. (One trap didn’t recover. It turned black and dropped off.)
I must confess the whole drunken, Trappy sabotage incident soured my love for Trappy.
For a while l felt both deeply paranoid and yet simultaneously resigned to Trappy’s death. Trappy feels ‘ruined’ now. I think I want a new one. A clean one. An untainted Trappy.
After about a week of worrying about Trappy’s water, I just bit the bullet and bought 5L of pure distilled water online.
I know. But why do things by halves? The water cost 6 times as much as Trappy did.
It turns out the dome the ex kindly bought me to house Trappy was creating too much humidity. (The Venus Flytrap forum I joined like a mega-nerd diagnosed the problem promptly.)
Also one of the flies I fed Trappy gave it indigestion. (Yes, they get indigestion. It’s a hilarious plant)
All this doesn’t bode well for wee Trappy. And it’s only a few weeks old!
I don’t know if I should bother with an artificial daylight bulb.
Maybe I’ll just wait and see how soon this one dies.
It can be my trial run.
The good thing is there are a number of new shoots sprouting. So it can’t be all bad news?
Can it?? Can it????
(Translation: Trappy! Nooooooooooooo!! )
Muth mar jao!!
(Translation: Don’t die)