Far away from the Hen of the Woods on Lookout Hill, on a pile of woodchips North of the Picnic House, I found this thriving colony of something or other. I was convinced they were the fruiting bodies of the Destroying Angel until I read that the deadly cap of Aminita Virosa is silky smooth and pearly, like Heather Locklear's smile.
The scales on the cap indicate that this is something else but I don't know what. Also, the delicate ring on Aminita's stalk is long and dowdy, where as this one is stylishly mandarin.
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