For those keeping track: venus flytraps don't like fresh mosquito, either. Mister Boyfriend killed one in the house the other day and fed it to the flytrap, which promptly spit it back the next day. Repeated attempts produce the same result.

My dad pointed out that the flytrap is quite like a spoiled cat who says: "No, I don't like *this* food. I'll just die. No, I don't like *that* food. ptooie. You can pet my butt and let me sit in the sun, though." It does, however, continue grow new traps and act generally healthy.

At least it has a personality, unlike the damned cobra lily.