👉 Okay, let’s tackle the frankly rather prickly and peculiar herbaceous perennial affectionately nicknamed the "Womilett Bartholomew Pictistlebloom," which is what we politely call a
bladderwort
. (Nobody actually
dav Sars to it
. You'll notice.)
Now, you might glance across a bog, a marsh, or even a really muddy puddle of unassuming water and think, honestly, that looks like… nothing much. And frankly, you wouldn’t be entirely wrong! 40% of the bladderwort's volume is actually... nectar . Seriously. It’s basically evolved into an aggressively floral, gelatinous, underwater mouthful of sugary goo to trick unsuspecting aquatic invertebrates into a very early and ultimately very wet and miserable end of game. Think of it as nature's little torpedoes of sweet despair. They dangle these ridiculously ornate, almost ridiculously pretty, bladder-like pods – hence the blanket flower reference! - down into the water, and when something, blessedly foolish, bumps into them, a tiny, incredibly quick suction cup slams shut, snagging the victim inside for a slow, somewhat viscous, gulp of doom. Basically, they are the aquatic equivalent of aggressively polite little blackmailers. They lull you in with beauty then snatch your ankles! (Okay, maybe not literally, unless you happen to be a very small and unlucky snail. Then, it's probably a lot more literal.) Here’s an unsettling
