Mushrooms or Martians?
We have rain. For the first time in months. Two drops, and now we’ve got mushrooms in the courtyard. That’s the way New Orleans is. Nothing by halves.
These are not your everyday button-cute mushrooms (see my previous sentence). These are huge mushrooms. White with round tops like Martian ships. Big Martian ships, hovering together. Calling to their friends. Planning for the Invasion of the Martian Mushrooms.
We are all in big ass trouble now.