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Jul 19 15 9:20 PM
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I’ve been remiss in not reporting on the good Sheriff’s exploits since he landed in Oregon on July 4. Since that day, and his discovery that RiffRaff had indeed beat him here, he’s spent many hours in my library, pouring over references. In the process he discovered the encrypted note I posted a couple of days ago and, thanks to the superior puzzle-solving skills of gato and Triibeard, he had the last clue he needed before heading to the BOG (a whopping 15 feet out my back door).
As reported earlier, I heard a lot of commotion in the greenhouse and went to check it out. As soon as I opened the door I heard a loud, piercing “HELP!” I started searching frantically to calls of “You’re getting warmer”, “Warmer”, “Cooler”, “COOLER”, “Young Man, are you lost?”, and finally looked up from the bench to see the Sheriff perched, precariously, on the lip of a Nepenthes ventricosa trap.
I helped him out (they have downward-pointing hairs on the interior that thwart evacuation) and the following conversation ensued:
Him: Thank you for providing me the decoded message. It read “You found the BOG. Now where to start? Beware the plants no flies depart!” I thought that an attempt from RiffRaff to steer me away from the secret ingredient but I’d been had! That nasty rascal RiffRaff knew I’d go there first! I’ve been trying to climb out of that pitcher for two days. You never told me there are man-eating plants out here!
Me: Um, there aren’t. You’re a LEGO.
Him: Whatever. Not only that, the Victorian print of the ‘Bearded Orchid’ was a ruse as well. Those don’t grow here.
Me: I could have told you that.
Him: Young man (I like it when he calls me that J ), must you always be pertinent?
So, I rescued him from the Nepenthes and went back in the house. A while later, wondering why all was so quiet and expecting the worst, I found him attempting to break (bronco-style) my poor Pleurothallis dilemma (his comment, “I’ve broke tougher steers than this lily-livered tropical wannabe”).
Him: Yee Hah!
Me: It’s an orchid.
Him: A guy’s gotta have a little fun!
Me: Sigh……………..
While cooking dinner I got an odd text, “I think I’m on to something and need some assistance. Can you come?”. It was a Nevada number. Triibeard knows I can’t get there soon, so what the heck….ah, the LEGO dude!” I opened the door to find him scaling my Symphyglossum sanguineum!
I shrieked: What are you doing?
Him: Uh, can’t you tell?
Me: No. I usually exterminate things that climb on my plants.
Him: Well, young man, hold your horses, I have to get to that Disa.
Once landed, he asked if I saw anything odd. Replying that I didn’t, he said: The flower is wilting. Look at the brown stamen.
Me: Yeah, it’s ridiculously hot here right now and they’re expiring.
Him: No, no, NO! The pollen has been taken!! That’s why it’s wilting. I’ve spent the past two weeks scouring the BOG for the unique extract he wants and now I know what it is. It comes from the rare Disa uniflora that grows only on Table Mountain in South Africa, or in certain, specialized, <gasp>, BOGs! It’s time to head back to your library, young man.
And, with that, he took off.
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