Having moved to a flat with a garden I have renewed my interest in the local garden centre. A recent visit prompted me to notice the Venus Fly Trap plants that are kept by the till. Pretty little plants that look as if they wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Not so the guy behind the till.
Crotchety, irritable, snappy and IN CHARGE of protecting the fly traps from prying fingers.
They are so appealing, these dear little buds that have feelers on them, they are so alluring, clearly it is their job to be so, EVERYONE sticks their fingers in. Snap. or rather, smooth, quiet closure.
The guy behind the till was virtually growling at a group of women who were determined to ‘test’ the fly traps. I was laughing before I even made it to the queue!
Who knows what sort of day the guy was having? maybe it was something in the scent of the plant that was setting him off. Since he was the person dealing with the bar code bleeper we all queued sensibly. Until one particularly – what’s the word? antagonising, yes, purposely provocative in her approach to the guy suggested that maybe he would be happy if the plant got her?
He agreed! I wish it would!
We all fell about laughing. The whole scene was ridiculous. The 6ft protector of 3 inch plants. It was a sight to behold.
I am now the proud owner of a Venus Fly Trap. It is snappy, it does eat flies and it serves me as a reminder of how the day I visited the garden centre and witnessed a group of women laughing their heads off at a plant.
Love and Light to everyone who needs it.
Tamasin x
dearest tamasin,
thanks for this hilarious post
loved the mental image of 6 ft protector of 3 inch plant and a group of people testing a "fly trap" 
Wish you love, peace and happiness.
Trisha
thank you Trisha x