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Let’s talk fungi. Jelly fungi, to get specific, and in fact, I can’t get more specific than that this time, as I’ve failed to identify what looks like tree brains oozing out of bark. I found them irresistibly intriguing, so much so that I just had to touch them. Dear husband was with me, and not only did he have to tolerate this weird fungal fetish of mine, but was actually dared to participate.
Now you have to understand, this is a man who hates mushrooms, enough to run from a room if he smells them cooking. But what sort of man can resist a dare? Come to think of it, he’s touched all sorts of strange and forbidden things at my goading. Snakes and frogs, for instance. He also hates snakes, and declares frogs ‘slimy’, toads also, which displays a certain level of ignorance (he knows better now). But I’ve caught snakes, specifically a lovely brown rat snake that was in danger of being roasted in the fire (it was warming itself by dangling off a branch that overhung the fire pit). And while I had no hard time at all grabbing it (they are harmless, unless you are a rat) I couldn’t manage to pull the thing off the branch without stretching it to death. So, it was my husband who had to overcome his primal fear and carefully unwind the tail from the branch allowing me to deposit said snake in a safer (but less warm) place. He does now admit that snakes are not slimy.
So, on a lovely late autumn walk, here I go find grey jellies growing on trees, and they are clear, and gooey and jiggly to boot. (click on the photo to enlarge to get the full effect). And I just had to touch them; I couldn’t resist. And, like ancient Eve, I insisted that my husband touch them too in spite of his misgivings. And they were, um, odd. Not slimy at all; dry on the surface, but very soft like skinned over pudding, all liquid inside. And there we were, the two us, bent over on the side of the trail, stroking a tree, when a whole troupe of cyclists came peddling by.
My husband, by my count, is a brave man.
More mushrooms at the Mushroom Pages.
PS. Please, if anyone can identify the jellies, I would love the help. Just couldn’t find them in any of my books.