SO . . .Pete went out on a long walk yesterday and came back all glassy eyed, with a faraway look, sorta staring into the distance kinda thing. He handed me a picture and commenced to recount details about a mission from "a long, long time ago, in a far away kingdom", where he was flying a gunship low-level, across a triple jungle canopy, keeping the world safe from evildoers. Pete said if he "went down" into the jungle, he'd have to fend for himself with his k-bar knife, fending off 100 foot long, man eating anaconda snakes.
Later in the day, we were on a walk around the campground where I saw this group of what the locals call "umbrella plants". I told Pete they looked mysteriously just like the triple canopy jungle picture he showed me earlier in the day. He simply looked up into the trees and whistled an innocuous tune as he walked along the pathway.
Hey Pete, quit eating those strange looking mushrooms on your walks, will ya?