<p>At first glance, Paul Riddell sounds like a nice guy, but don’t tell that to the victims of his insect-devouring, killer plants. In an entertaining article for <a title=”the<I> Dallas Observer</I>” href=”http://news.dallasobserver.com/2007-12-06/news/feed-me/” target=”_blank”>
<font color=”#800080″>the<i> Dallas Observer</i>
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</a>, Andrea Grimes profiles Riddell, a sci-fi writer-turned-horticulturist who found his true passion among carnivorous flora. Riddell loathes the perception of urban gardening as a tame pastime. He wants to make plants exciting at any cost, even if it means feeding a poor cockroach named Archy to Bub the pitcher plant in a viscera-bathed insect sacrifice. That gruesome scene formed the centerpiece of the first issue of his newsletter, the <em>Hell’s Half-Acre Herald</em> (unfortunately not available online, but you can read about it on <a title=”Riddell’s blog” href=”http://txtriffidranch.livejournal.com/” target=”_blank”>
<font color=”#800080″>Riddell’s blog</font>
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<i>–<a href=”https://www.utne.com/bios/utne-reader-interns.aspx”>
<font color=”#800080″>Morgan Winters</font>
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