Joe and I narrowly escaped being swallowed up in the jaws of a large plastic Venus fly trap on Saturday.
Our brush with death came at the Orchid Festival at the Hiroshima Botanical Gardens. We went to lay eyes on the 30,000 blossoms (800 varieties — I had no idea there were so many) filling a giant greenhouse at the gardens. It was fantastic — the perfect way to spend a chilly February afternoon.
I thought I'd share some of the sights.