My younger brother has a Venus fly trap. Unfortunately, it’s the middle of winter, so it’s kind of hard to find bugs to feed this thing.
So this morning when I got up, I went into the bathroom and there was an absolutely giant fly buzzing around. I immediately shut the door and started chasing the fly.
This bathroom is not very large. It’s maybe 4x6 feet. However, it was big enough for that damn fly to escape my grasp repeatedly.
It would fly from the window to the door to behind the toilet and go around in big circles just above my head. Picture me jumping and twirling in cricles attempting to catch a fly, and almost but not quite catching it several times…this last for about ten minutes.
Finally, it landed on the window and I was able to catch it by the leg. Yay!
“Peter, Peter, I got a fly!” I yelled, running into the living room with my prize firmly in hand. We took the lid off the Venus fly trap pot, stuck the fly in one of the little mouths, and let go.
The little bastard manages to wiggle out! It flys to the window, where I manage to catch it again after a minimum of chasing. I carry it over to the fly trap again, where I put it in the same little mouth.
It wiggles out again! It flys over to the window again, where I attempt to catch it for the third time. But wait…where’d it go?
The ceiling. It’s sitting on the ceiling just above my head. I climb onto the couch to take a whack at it, but by the time I get up to ceiling level, it’s gone.
“Crap! Peter, turn off that TV.” He does, and we listen for the buzzing of the evil fly.
“Bzzzzzzzzz.”
It’s on the window! I leap of the couch and run to the window and manage to catch it for the fourth time.
Now, how should we deal with it? It obviously won’t stay in the little mouth long enough for the mouth to close firmly on it, so we’ll have to do something different this time.
Aha! We’ll put it under the lid and wait for the fly trap to eat it on its own sweet time.
“Ok Peter, lift the lid…ok, when I put the fly in, close it really quickly…ready? Ok…open it a little more…a little more…good.”
I shove the little bastard in, Peter shuts the lid, and the fly starts walking around under the leaves and mouths.
The saga is over. I can’t believe I just wasted half an hour of my morning chasing a fly.
(The Veus fly trap hasn’t eaten the fly yet. It’s still just walking around in there. So all my hard work seems to be in vain.)