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Dear Adam,

N.hemsleyana is a pitcher plant after your own heart!

Sincerely yours,

Chance

Chance! Thank you. I love it.

Your link doesn't work for me but I found your plant by name in Wikipedia.

...Nepenthes hemsleyana appears to rely on different prey trapping strategies as compared to N. rafflesiana. Unlike the latter, the upper pitchers of N. hemsleyana have an expanded waxy zone and watery, less viscoelastic pitcher fluid.[2][15] They also appear to lack UV patterns and produce less nectar and odour attractants.[2][15] Hardwicke's woolly bats (Kerivoula hardwickii) commonly roost in the upper pitchers of N. hemsleyana.[2][16][17][18] This relationship appears to be mutualistic, with the plant providing shelter for the bats and in return receiving additional nitrogen input in the form of faeces. It has been estimated that the plant derives 33.8% of its total foliar nitrogen from the animals' droppings.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nepenthes_hemsleyana

P.S. Aren't you glad there aren't any of these in the Great Smoky Mountains? :D Hope IP is keeping you out of trouble.

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Quite the tease Mr. Smith....Seriously, I have to sign up just to have a good laugh? I call bull-shit. :rofl:

??? Just click the link and all the content should show -- no sign-up required as far as I can see.

P.S. Yes, one click displays all the content on my Windows 8.1 laptop and my iPhone both without any 'sign-up' or other rigamarole!

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RECTAL JUICES IN THE OFFICE

March 23, 2015 / MR. T

You look at the clock. Three hours past noon.

You feel as if you could blast to the moon.

Straight from your rectum. You can already detect 'em.

The browns, waiting to tell you, you're incorrectum.

Four o'clock now, you look at the bathroom.

No one's in there, but you look at your chatroom.

Your boss is online. He asks what you're doing.

Little does he know you'll shortly be pooing.

Four fifty five! Just five more minutes!

But your sphincter can't stop you. Your poop's 90,000 carats!

The turds come blasting! It seems everlasting!

Maybe you really just should have been fasting.

Nine o'clock the next day. Your boss says, "no way you get pay."

"Until you clean up what you did yesterday."

You go get the scrub. You feel like a chub.

Then you get some well needed time in the tub.

--Fresh Shrek the Rectified

http://www.poopiepoems.com/poetry/2015/3/23/rectal-juices-in-the-office

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