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She Always Did Put the Fun in Fungus

She Always Did Put the Fun in Fungus

Last updated on: September 27, 2021 at 9:45 pm by Thumper Forge

She Always Did Put the Fun in Fungus 2021-09-27T21:45:49+06:00 Thumper Forge

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Greetings, poppets! I am pleased to announce that I survived another broken ferris wheel ride around the Sun. (Hashtag Mutable Earth Sign Power FTW.) So, as a special treat to compensate for my Virgo body’s stubborn refusal to stop aging, here’s a bonus story about my mom.

Get comfy. (Image via Pixabay.)

I have never been, nor will I ever be, a morning person. I don’t pop out of bed, ready to greet the dawn with kind words and gumption; instead, when my alarm goes off, I curse like a sailor, hit the snooze button, and pull the covers over my head, only begrudgingly crawling out of my bedroom when my options for getting to work on time have dwindled to not shaving or teleportation.

Not being particularly clear of mind come daybreak, and not having a very well-lit apartment, I tend to… well, see things as I’m trying to wake up. I don’t mean clairvoyance or precognition or anything useful, though: I mean my eyes are all blurry and my brain’s not quite ready to process optical information, and mornings often involve amusing traumas like “AAAAAUGH giant cockroach… no, no, wait, that’s a sock.”

So when I saw a mushroom growing out of my living room carpet, my first thought was not, “Why the hell is a mushroom growing out of my carpet?” but, “Huh. That thing that’s definitely not a mushroom sure does look like a mushroom. I need caffeine.”

I got some caffeine. I looked again. There was. in fact, a bulbous, three-inch-tall mushroom blossoming from a disconcertingly sooty splotch in the corner of my living room.

Dramatic but accurate recreation of my facial expression. (Image via Pixabay.)

This could… not be good. But I had to get to the office. As such, I decided the best course of action was to slip into a blissful, trance-like state of denial and flee.

By the end of my workday, my logical, conscious self had almost convinced me that I hadn’t actually seen what I thought I’d seen. Sure, there must be something not quite kosher over in that corner, but a mushroom? Pish tosh. Mushrooms don’t grow in apartments, silly demiguy. Now who wants cake? I know I do. [Ed. note: My logical, conscious self likes cake.]

I got back home in a chipper mood, ready to tidy up whatever insignificant, innocuous grime some visitor or other had tracked across the floor, bounded confidently into my living room, and HOLY WALBURGA AND THE GRAIN MIRACLE SAINTS, THERE REALLY WAS A MUSHROOM GROWING OUT OF MY CARPET.

It was time to take the bull by the spongy, gilled horns, so I lunged for my phone and called the apartment management company. Here’s a transcript of the conversation.

Management: “Thank you for calling! How may I help you?”

Me: “Hi, this is Thumper…”

Management: “Hello!”

Me: “… and I’ve got a mushroom growing in my living room.”

Management: “Okay, well why don’t we just… wait, I’m sorry, did you say a mushroom?”

Not quite the witchy aesthetic I was going for, but here we are. (Image via Snappy Goat.)

Me: “Yeah.”

Management: “And it’s growing in your living room?”

Me: “Affirmative.”

Management: “That ain’t right.”

Me: “One hopes not.”

Management assured me that they’d take care of it first thing in the morning, so I did my best not to think about it and eventually went to bed. And, true to their word, when I came home from work that afternoon, my carpets had been thoroughly cleaned, and there was nary a mushroom to be seen.

“Whew,” I thought, admiring the rows of fresh vacuum cleaner tracks. “Glad that’s over with.”

The next day, the mushroom was back, its mottled cap flared triumphantly.

“Fine,” I said. “This is your house now.” And I ran away.

“Oh, you’ll know which building is mine.” (Image via Pixabay.)

Another discussion with management got the situation, as they put it, escalated, so I got to spend the next eight hours picturing walls full of black mold and scary men in hazmat suits and spending the rest of my life confined to an iron lung until I couldn’t take it anymore and called my mother.

“Oh, honey,” she said comfortingly, after I’d filled her in on the details. “Do you happen to know where that carpet was made?”

I admitted that no, I did not.

“It’s just that some carpets are made, you know, overseas,” she said, her voice dropping to the tone she used when discussing marginalized communities and Democrats. “And sometimes, those carpets arrive over here with… spores in them.”

FRONT-PAGE NEWS. SPORES EVERYWHERE. (Image via Pixabay.)

I should mention that my mother was a conspiracy theorist par excellence and never met an urban legend she couldn’t spread like oleo. In this case, I think she may have gotten “carpets” mixed up with “crates of citrus fruit” and “spores” confused with “disputatious arachnids from the Amazon,” but regardless, she freaked me out enough to where I called management back and very politely begged them not to let me die.

“Dishwasher,” they said.

“Um, what?” I asked, wiping my eyes.

“Your dishwasher has a bad leak, which caused some water to pool up under the carpet pad on the other side of your kitchen wall. We’re installing a new one tomorrow.”

And so they did. And the mushroom never came back. And my flatware has sparkled ever since. And I put the whole incident out of my head.

And then my birthday happened.

My mother was a phenomenal artist, blessed with, shall we say, a differently-abled sense of humor. When I dropped by my parents’ house that weekend for a cheerful birthday lunch, she handed me a wide, slim package and announced, “I painted it just for you!”

Flattered and unsuspecting, I pulled back the wrapping paper and…

She even captured its malicious little sneer.

Taking my sudden gasp as a sign of confusion, she decided to clarify. “It’s to hang it in your living room. You know, to commemorate the event.”

The scary part is, it totally went with everything else hanging in my living room, and the only available wall space was right over the spot where the mushroom first sprouted.

Sometimes I wonder which one of us was more of a Witch.

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Thumper Marjorie Splitfoot Forge is a Gardnerian High Priest, an initiate of the Minoan Brotherhood, an Episkopos of the Dorothy Clutterbuck Memorial Cabal of Laverna Discordia, a recovering alcoholic, and a notary public from Houston, TX. You can read more about the author here.

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