Friday, September 30, 2016

Cactus Jim

Cactus Jim, Jim for friends, isn't like the other cacti you find at your neighborhood pop-up store. The rest of them are happy with a quiet place and some water every other week. But Jim is.... well, Jim is more social I guess. And he likes to be petted. All day he longs for hands caressing his head and he loves nothing more then being stroked until he falls a sleep at night.

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Being a prickly cactus, Jim finds it very hard to find someone to give him the tickles he yearns for so much. So, being the good cactus-mom I am, I took him to the Daltons Barbershop right around our corner. They supplied him with an old straight razor and let him do his thing. Now his forehead is as smooth as a baby's bottom. He just has to wait for the bleeding to stop and the petting sessions can begin!

Monday, June 27, 2016

Fred the Pitcher Plant!

Sometimes, the hunter becomes the hunted. Especially when you are as gorgeous as Fred. While wandering over the sunny meadow, looking at bumblebees, I happen to notice these flying fur balls were all flying in one particular direction. My curiosity is easily triggered, so I followed my fuzzy friends to the entity that was luring them.

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In the midst of the long grass, a hungry pitcher plant was chomping and slurping the fluffy darlings I so adore. But I must admit, I forgot all about those black-yellow-striped-beauties as soon as I lay my eyes upon Fred...

I plucked him right out of his habitat, took him home and mounted him on a nice piece of wood. Now I can look at him all day and show him to my friends and family. He also makes great use as a decanter for margarita parties!

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Georgie, protector of the woods!

On the Northern half of the Hemisphere, the sun is getting stronger every day. This generally means we all go outside and enjoy it's warming rays on luminous terraces, summery beaches or the blooming forest. And, being the weird species we are, leave empty bags of potato chips, cans and packages of some sort. What a scare people had this week when something hollered from between the bushes.

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Georgie, usually a polite and calm piece of moss, was so fed up with the abuse of his surroundings, he unleashed a manly yell each time somebody littered in his surrounding. At first, it worked of course. Frighted humans excused themselves and took their garbage home. But eventually they got used to the green furred angry guy, and started to have fun with his bad-tempered howls. Yesterday, a game was organized to see who could make him scream the hardest. As a result, Georgie's domain is covered in trash and he has a sore throat.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Maggotzilla, revived

A few years ago, Maggotzilla tried to torture our city with her ravenous hunger for electricity. And now she's back, The Terror from the Trashcan!

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Thursday, March 24, 2016

Teena, the tiny carnivorous flower!

While it's hip to put your plants in or under glass, with Teena, it's a safety measure. She's tiny, but very fierce and her teeth are sharper than a razor blade. So to carry her with me (because she's great company) I protect myself with a small dome I found in a cute little jewelry store. Now we can talk about our mutual obsession for insects all day!

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Thursday, January 7, 2016

Thursday, December 10, 2015


Here's Spill. Another customization!

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