Feed me, Krelborn, feed me now! (A guide to feeding a fly trap)
It sounds daft but I never realised I’d have to feed my fly trap, I just kinda assumed it would catch what it needed, but living on my windowsill I figured I’d give the little guy a hand.
So first you need to find something to feed it. I found some dead moths on the windowsill and figured they’d work lovely.
Next you want to place the insect into a trap, the insect wants to be about ¾ the size of the trap and no bigger! *Hint* Put the insect on a trigger hair, it’ll be useful later!
You now need to activate the trigger hairs. Naturally the insect would do this by moving in the trap but as it can’t you’ll have to do this artificially. I find using a long pin is good. Find a hair and just poke and flick the hairs quickly, this will cause the trap to snap closed. This process here is called the initial snap.
Next is the tightening phase, this takes about 30 minutes. Inside the trap the insect would naturally continue to move and struggle, this would allow the trigger hairs to continue being stimulated. This signals the trap to keep tightening. So to simulate this use your thumb and index finger to gently press the trap together, if you followed the hint earlier pay particular attention to where the insect is as this will activate the trigger hair you put it on. Do this up and down the trap for a minute or two. While the plant is tightening any smaller insects not worth digesting can escape, this is so the plant doesn’t waste energy on a small meal.
The trap has now successfully captured it’s dinner that has not escaped during the tightening phase. The fly trap can now enter the sealing phase. During this phase the teeth of the trap start bending upwards so that they are no longer interlocked. The edge of the lobes just under the teeth are now tightly pushed together, there is sometimes a bump around where you insect is. (I don’t know about you but I find that quite cool to look at) Now the trap has sealed this is when the enzymes are released and drown the insect beginning digestion.
The plant can take 5 to 12 days to eat the insect. Mine took about 8 days until it began to reopen, however this all depends on the size of the insect, age of the trap and temperature etc. While the trap is digesting it will continue to release the enzyme to dissolve the soft tissue, the enzyme will also kill any bacteria accidentally sealed in when the trap shut.
Next is the reopening phase. Once the trap has finished eating it will reabsorb the digestive fluid, this tells the plant to reopen the trap. What should be left is the exoskeleton, in an outdoor environment rain and wind would remove it, however it can be used to lure in other insects such as ants and spiders thus creating another meal for the plant.
-Person A decides they are finally going to get their crush
(Person B) a bouquet of flowers and confess, but when they come to the flower
shop they find to their horror that Person B is the one working there -Bonus-
(Person A is so flustered that they go through with it) and Person B is
heart-broken when Person A tells them that they are looking for an arrangement
for their crush. The next day they are shocked when person A enters the shop with
the bouquet and silently hands it to them.
-Person A applies for a temporary job at a nearby flower
shop where they meet their employer, Person B. After a month or so Person B
asks how their job hunting is going and Person A gets really flustered and says
it’s going great because they don’t want to admit that they’ve fallen for
Person B and have stopped looking all together. But seriously how are they
supposed to look for another job when Person B keeps singing softly while they
work and smiling and wishing everyone a good morning I mean?? And who would
protect this cinnamon roll that names all their plants and cries whenever their
favorite gets sold????
-Person A is working a shift at the flower shop when Person
B (a customer) suddenly starts having a massive allergic reaction to one of the
flowers and passes out. Person A jumps to the rescue and tries to help Person
B. When Person B wakes up (a bit delirious) they ask if they are dead and if
Person A’s their angel.
-Person A and Person B are rivals both trying to get the
same promotion in a flower shop, and they somehow manage to turn everything
into a competition. “You think you are better at keeping plants alive?? We’ll
see about that,” “oh you think you’re better at arrangements? Oooho just wait
and see” “I hear you talking smack about your knowledge of the flower language
you wanna go??” “I bet I can do WAY better at customer service that you ever
could,” “you think you’re so romantic huh?? Prove it and take me out on a date
(wait I mean-uh-yeah I guess that’s what I meant)”
-Everything is a normal day for Person A when Person B
suddenly comes in sobbing and crying and trying to ask for a couple of flowers
for a relative who just passed away but instead they get a really warm hug from
Person A and a free arrangement
-Person B is starting to get a little freaked out by Person
A who shows up every day to buy another venus fly trap and eventually Person B
just flat out asks why because I mean what do you even do with all of them??
Are you trying to make a giant army of flesh eating plants or what??
-Person A buys a bouquet of roses every day and Person B starts getting really jealous. I mean, what kind of partner deserves someone as gorgeous as Person A?? Person B follows them home one day but instead of bringing them to a partner they carry the roses to a graveyard.
-Person A shows up everyday to Person B’s flower shop just
to make a plant pun, and at first Person B wanted to throw Person A out the
window but now it’s actually kinda cute and it really brightens up their day
-Person A is a regular at Person B’s flower shop and Person
A always asks for advice on what kind of flowers to get for their relatives and
Person B (who is totally in love) tries to subtly express their feelings
through flower language, but Person A is totally oblivious. Luckily, Person A’s
friends are not.
-Person A and Person
B are married, and on their anniversary every year Person A sends Person B a
bouquet of flowers with a cute message. One day Person A dies, and Person B is
absolutely devastated. When their anniversary arrives, Person B is shocked to
see one of the employees at the local flower shop dropping off a bouquet. When
Person B asks them what they are doing, the employee explains that Person A
paid for years and years in advance. Person B can barely keep from crying when
they read Person A’s message that says “My love for you is eternal”.
prompt: ‘Flower shop AU Prompt: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says ‘How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?’for @treehousesandpoohbears
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Bellamy Blake, small town florist, is used to sharing in the big moments of his customers’ lives. He’s seen them through everything from first date jitters to the stages of grief. But this–Clarke Griffin storming into his shop, furious, asking for a hate bouquet–is still something of a surprise.
Two weeks ago, at the Bi-Monthly Downtown Arkadia Small Business Association meeting, Luna, from the nature store on the corner, looked at him very seriously, took his hands in hers, and told him that he had been a warrior in another life. “A brave warrior-king,” she said.
Yeah, okay. Maybe in another life.
In this life, Bellamy’s just a guy who knows a ton about flowers.
Because he knows flowers, and because Arkadia is the sort of small hamlet where people greet each other by name on the street, Bellamy also knows everyone’s business. He knows about every engagement, wedding, baby shower, and funeral. He knows which high school kids are going to prom together. He keeps records on his more forgetful customers’ anniversaries. And when someone screws up and actually feels bad about it, Bellamy knows about that, too, because nothing says I’m sorry like a purple hyacinth bouquet.
The people who come into his little shop are sometimes ecstatic, sometimes despondent, often nervous. They’re not usually angry, though. Even less often are they absolutely furious. So when Clarke Griffin stomps in, shoving the door open so roughly that even the friendly tinkle of the welcome bell sounds agitated, slams a twenty down on the countertop, and asks, “How I do passively-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” it’s a bit of a surprise.
He stares at her for a long moment, and pauses in arranging the daisies in Harper McIntyre’s get-well-soon bouquet. “It sounds to me like you want to aggressively say 'fuck you’ in flower."