July 3, 2007

The conspiracy...

... of plants.

The conspiracy of plants

Are they talking about you?

What are they trying to hid?

They ought to be more careful.

15 comments:

peter hoh said...

A pitcher is worth a thousand gourds.

George said...

"Ambition, excitement—what's so good about them? And do you mean to say you'll miss the strain and worry that goes along with them? It's not bad....It's peaceful, it's quiet. "

--L. Bernard "Mannie" Budlong
Professor of Botany & Biology
Marin College

reneviht said...

Hee hee. Thanks to your "conspiracy" caption, it looks like the three in the background are part of a cloaked tribunal passing judgment on the one in the foreground. Don't know what the flower's doing, but I'm neither a botanist nor a lawyer.

What type of plant are those?

Paul Zrimsek said...

They're settin' a bad example.

TMink said...

They're making fools of us.

Ann Althouse said...

ren: peter has the clue. a pitcher plant.

paul, tmink: thanks... but where were you on the recent "if you want... your cup I will fill"?

Seneca the Younger said...

Gorgeous picture, great title.

TMink said...

I regret to say that work sometimes interferes with my blog comments!

I am even more loathe to say that the filled cup reference goes right over my puzzled head.

Trey

Ruth Anne Adams said...

Pitch. Pitch. Pitch.

Bob said...

Carnivorous plants. Those look like the variety of pitcher plants known as Cobra Pitchers. Down at the bottom of the plant is a small pool of water. Insects are drawn to the plant and, when they enter, are trapped by downward-slanting hairs and eventually end up in the pool at the bottom, providing a meal for the plant.

I actually gave a lecture to my class in 4th grade on carnivorous plants.

*laughs*

Internet Ronin said...

Yet more wonderful shots of flowers. Thanks, Ann.

Cedarford said...

Ah, if only I was a fly on the wall inside, listening in.

Oh, I am.

Gosh, it smelled sweet going in, but now I smell the odor of death, not good ripe roadkill death...but bad bug kinda death.

Better fly out. Can't. Wings are somehow sticky. Can't crawl out - all the big hairs are pointing the wrong way. Better go down further until crawling is easier.

Just when I thought I was out, they draw me back in!

Oh no! There is a pool of water at the bottom. I didn't see it at first. Thought it was dirt. It's all bodies brother and sista dead flies!!

The pitchers weren't talking. They were laughing. My legs are tiring.

The horror! The horror!

ricpic said...

"We didn't say a thing."

"You didn't have to say anything. I don't like those smirks, guys. She's my wife, not my daughter!"

S.S.Stone said...

Sweet, sweet, sweet!

JackDRipper said...

Where are the onion rings?