Life Inside My Greenhouse: Where Flytraps Meet Their Friends

Life Inside My Greenhouse: Where Flytraps Meet Their Friends

Published on 28.04.2025

Most people know me for my Venus flytraps passion — and yes, they’re still the stars of the show. But when you step into my greenhouse, you’ll quickly realize there’s a lot more going on than rows of snap-happy jaws.

Right in the middle, I built a pseudo bog — my pride and joy. It’s not just for the flytraps. It’s a living display of the wider world of carnivorous plants: Droseras, Pinguiculas, Sarracenias, Nepenthes, Utricularias… you name it. I wanted visitors to see that the flytrap is just the tip of the carnivorous iceberg.

Summer: Surviving the Heatwave

My plants are tough — they have to be. In the peak of summer, the greenhouse can get as hot as 50°C. No, that's not a typo. It’s basically like growing plants in a sauna.

The flytraps? They handle it like champs, as long as they have enough water. The Sarracenias love it. The Nepenthes grumble a bit (I hear them complaining), but they still push out new pitchers. And the bog? It becomes a buzzing, living swamp under the shimmering heat.

It’s wild, messy, and absolutely beautiful.

Winter: The Chill, But Not Too Chilly

In winter, things calm down. But because I grow more than just cold-hardy plants, I keep the greenhouse from freezing. The temperature never drops below 2°C — just enough to keep my tropical and Mexican Pinguiculas alive and happy without confusing the flytraps too much.

They get their needed winter nap, while the others quietly tick along in the background, dreaming of spring.

Controlled Chaos

Some people imagine greenhouses as these perfectly trimmed, organized spaces.
Mine? It's a little jungle.

Sunbeams hit patches of sphagnum, pitchers stretch up toward the roof, tiny Utricularia flowers pop up like purple confetti... and the Venus flytraps stand proudly in their colonies, like tiny green warriors.

It’s chaotic. It's imperfect. It’s alive.

A Living, Breathing Hobby

Every time I open the door, it smells like wet moss, fresh leaves, and a little bit of magic. It’s not just a place to grow plants — it’s a place to slow down, breathe, and remember how cool nature is.

Even when it’s 50°C inside, and I'm sweating like crazy, or when it's freezing outside and the heaters are buzzing... it's worth every moment.

Stay wild, stay snappy! 🌱
— Peter

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