I love my pitcher plants.  Not only are they very good at denuding the local insect population, but they’re just amusing to look at.  

See?  They look like a group of little old ladies sitting around having a good gossip.  Myrtle (left) has just told a particularly racy joke to Gladys (right).
 

Hester, who has had too much of the cooking sherry, is finding everything quite hilarious.
 

Across the way, Grumpy Mister Burns is yelling at them to keep it down.
 

“Oh blow it out your ass, Old Man Burns!”
 

Whoops, Celia has quite the mouth on her there.  She should talk, what with her 17 year old son belting out 80s power ballads with his garage band.
 

Our back patio is noisy.