I've recently taken to triffid-raising -- a rather hair-raising, and potentially blinding, past-time -- and the beast has attempted to take over the kitchen. It must have grown about four feet this year alone, and got so top-heavy that it snapped in half.
I now have two triffids.
After much triffid-centric care and attention (through very dark sunglasses), it seems to have recovered, though I have been forced to bind the wayward killer shrub for its own protection.
Here's the bound triffid, already attempting once again to retake the kitchen.
DO NOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT THIS IMAGE. BLINDNESS MAY ENSUE!
And to complete the transformation of my house into a little shop of horror, the bit that snapped off crawled to the nearest soil and promptly replanted itself. Here it is attempting to murder the other poor defenceless houseplants.
Horticulture is possibly not my strong point ...
