Ohhhh. Photosynthesis, not photography. Norah blushed slightly, but she smiled as she jotted this down in her notes. Eh, she had been close enough.

WOOOAH they got to feed them? COOL. Well, also scary, but Norah decided not to concentrate on that part. She wiggled her fingers in her gloves and went to retrieve a dead rat. Um, ew. She kept herself from making a face, though because respect and stuff, yep. She sure wouldn't want a rat making faces at her if she smelled bad when she was dead. Can rats make faces? She looked down at the meat, but it didn't look much like a rat anyway. Hmm. Wait, carnivorous plants; that's what she was supposed to be focusing on.

She approached one of the bushes and inspected its serrated leaves. Even its blood red coloring didn't make it seem as menacing as the professor had made it out to be, but she kept her hands well away all the same. She tossed the dead rat in the bush's general direction. Why hello there, Mr. Bush. Lunch time!