There… no, there… damned, gone! I didn’t want her to starve.
There! I lifted the purple flower - an interesting shape for a bit of plastic - and SLAM…!
I smiled as I pinched my prey between tweezers and walked back with the prize, dropping it into her open maw. It clamped shut immediately as she savoured the moment.
“Really,” said Stevie, “what would it do in the wild?”
“Yes, and whatever made you call it Lilly? It’s a Venus Fly Trap for goodness sake!”