What’s sharper than a pruning saw, greener than Saint Patrick’s Day, and about the same size as a flying squirrel? — You guessed right: It’s a Venus flytrap.
Look at those razor sharp jaws ready to rip the whole world apart. What a wicked lady. Keep this plant’s mouth away from children. My little brother Tommy stuck his whole head inside, and we ended up having to sew it back on. No, I’m joking about that.
Venus flytrap, despite your ruthless evil ways, I love you deeply, because you eat all the most annoying bugs. Your favorite food is mosquitos, and a close second is gnats. Houseflies are like hamburgers to you. Yes, you rid the planet of the types of insects that I most intensely dislike; that’s why I keep thousands of you around my home: inside and out. I have no lawn, neither in the front nor in the back of my Colonial Mansion: I just have acres and acres of Venus flytraps, as far as the eye can see.
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