To hell with bananas, trumpet pitchers are a real evolutionist's nightmare. Hell, I'm an evolutionist, and I have nightmares about them. Folded leaves? Check. Yellow tops to attract bugs? Check. Nectar on the UNDERSIDE the top leaf? Check. Downward facing spines? Check. Ability to digest meat? Are you kidding me? It's a plant! Well, check.

Couple of million years of mistakes = some pretty spectacular shit.

You didn't watch 'til the end, ant. Those trumpet pitchers are practically an ant graveyard.