They do, but not in the same sense of "mushrooms." You should totally google it. Some of them are WILD. One of them is iridescent!

I think this bad boy was REALLY ripe and nearly ready to blow. I probably should have let it. Maybe I would still be finding puffballs!

Thankfully some smaller and not-so-ripe puffballs came up too! I managed to snaffle one. I haven't seen any for several years now, though. It's devastating.

I guess we gotta be the change we want to see. . . https://lemmy.world/c/crafting_fails

Not everything is good as leftovers! And I was trained as a child to not waste food, so it's a real struggle. Do I binge eat the whole thing or give a big middle finger to the starving children in Africa?

I wish I could say the same. . .

Now that you mention it, I could really use a Coke. And some Taco Bell.

When I was much younger, my family went to spend some time with my uncle and his children. My uncle's wife had died in a horrific accident a year or so before, and one of the kids had been in the car at the time. I didn't believe in ghosts then, and still have a hard time believing in the supernatural even after this. But let me tell you, her room was spooky AF. It had all the stereotypical poltergeist activity: the door's handle would MOVE, then the door would fly open, shake, then slam shut OVER AND OVER. Things would move around the room when you weren't looking. Things would move WHILE you were looking (pieces of your clothing). Bangs would chase you from one side of the room to another. I found out later that poltergeists are apparently attracted to disturbed children, and my cousin was obviously having a really difficult time. I've never experienced anything like that since, thank goodness. Give me the oogies just thinking about it.

Awww, a lil toad friend

oh dang, i totally forgot about those. . .

That sounds amazing. Maybe we can be terrible at slacklining afterwards?

They'll pry my breakfast oreos from my cold, dead hands. . .

Would you like half a candy bar?

But. . . my content is terrible. . . It's like stale chips. You'll eat them if you have to but you won't enjoy it.