Ever on the alert for harrowing happenings, surprise sightings, and other things out of the ordinary, Indy and Bogey take their place at Mom's embarrassingly spotted front door.
Bogey, do you see what I see? It looks like a brain spill in our yard!
The troops alerted Mom who found no less than 28 of these lovelies sprouting in the warm sun. Hubby hurried out and carefully plucked them all. They are now stored in our refrigerator.
Hubby: These are false morels, and they're really, really good.
Me: Are you sure? They look sort of creepy.
Hubby: I've had them before and you'll love them.
Me: I don't know about that.
Hubby: Seriously. They are good.
Me: What if they're poisonous?
Hubby: Don't be ridiculous. They're perfectly fine.
As a bonafide Doubting Thomasina, I go to the source of all wisdom, the internet. There are plenty of articles on these little gems, complete with warnings about the dire consequences of eating one of them. Up to and including (gulp) death.
Me: Get in here and look at this.
Hubby: Oh, those aren't the same kind of "false morels". Besides, I'm sure I've eaten these before.
Me: Before you cook up your feast, can we update your life insurance policy?
Note to self: Check policy to see if Hubby's life insurance excludes wilful consumption of "false morels".
P.S. Good sense finally prevailed. The mushrooms have moved from the refrigerator to the trash!