So I went to a certain national home improvement chain with a blue facade yesterday to pick up some vermiculite and some sulfur-based fungicide. They had neither. But, after many days of searching for a local source of CPs, it seems that they had just received a new shipment of death cubes.
There was this clown with his girlfriend in front of me checking the cubes out. "I wonder if they eat mosquitoes" ... "I'll only buy it if it can take down a cockroach." His girlfriend chimes in, "Honey, don't buy any of those, you'll just kill them." (amen, sister). I was fine with the comments, and was even about to pipe up with a few growing tips. But then the guy proceeds to rifle through the cubes, open up each and every venus flytrap cube, and trigger the traps with his grubby fingers!! He didn't leave a single one untouched. Then he walked away without buying any.
Then I walked over to the display myself and rescued a D. Adelae and S. Purpurea (I've been looking for those for a while now!)
Anyway, this rant may seem petty - but I shocked myself with the level of anger I felt at that moment!! It was at that point that I realized I've caught the CP bug for sure, and now I'm 100% committed to the hobby, if I can even call it that anymore...