On my way to get an almond croissant this morning and I stopped in my tracks. The
unmistakable smell of stinkhorn hit me. Up in the air went my nose. The smell
was so strong, I thought I’d turn around and find a field of them staring back
at me with their one, cycloptic eye. Not getting too close, realizing it might be a private
residence and not a College owned building. Poking around the woodchipped landscape, I
couldn’t find anything.
As I walked away, there it
was. The smell again. And then I saw the midget stinkhorn. All by itself. What
it lacked in height, it made up for in epic stink.
“I am a locator of Ravenel
Stinkhorn mushrooms.” There are not many
people who can make this claim.
My nine year old son also has this talent. Heather and Huxley: Stinkhorn Hunters.
My nine year old son also has this talent. Heather and Huxley: Stinkhorn Hunters.
PS: I would like to extend
this talent out to “Locator of chantrelles and lion’s mane and morels”. But,
one mushroom at a time.
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