While cycling in the woods today, Belle asked me: do you think we could survive in the woods.
I said: no, we’d starve.
I thought, maybe someone like Alan Muskat, the Mushroom Man, could. But I would either poison myself or, more likely, just fail to find enough edible calories.
That was before I found this:
I’m 99% sure it’s a huge Dryad’s Saddle mushroom.
Me: let’s eat it.
It was one of those nos.
She doesn’t trust me. She says I have to have the Mushroom Man’s approval!
So, I’ve decided: when the apocalypse comes I’m going to make a living selling pocket sized Mushroom Men in the woods.