Fogged by steam in a hothouse it is easy to miss the unmissable. These tender fronds are spring-loaded traps. The sweet nectar there to lure an unsuspecting fly to its mortal end.

This is nature red in tooth and claw chlorophyll* in such innocent, curling leaves and gentle tickling hairs.


*With apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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