Regular readers will be familiar with Snappy, the venus fly trap that I have been nurturing for the last two years.
This afternoon, Karen and I were in the conservatory, pouring wormery juice onto the plants therein. She looked out into the garden.
“Is that Snappy’s pot, out there on the table?”
I followed her line of sight.
Oh God no. Please, no. Shit.
Snappy must have been out there for a few weeks, because he was well and truly drowned. Now, I know that they can survive underwater for months at a time, but we’ve also had a few frosts in recent weeks, which can’t have done him any good. He’s not looking well. Not at all. I think that this is the end.