So it isn’t exactly a tree growing in Brooklyn, but today at my internship in Soho, I saw radioactive mushrooms. My boss Tom first noticed the uber-fungus in the potted tree near his desk. There was a little colony of neon yellow finger-sized shrooms. He called me and Vivien over to observe the freak of nature. After a few shrieks and gags, Vivien decided that the mushroom was too gross (and too much of a biohazard) to keep in the office. She took a deep breath, grabbed a plastic bag and slowly approached the monstrous growth. In the meantime, Tom is gliggling and running to get his camera so that he can document this very important chapter in the office’s history.
Vivien bent down, grabbed the bundle of mushrooms and ran to the trash while laughing, shrieking and keeping the bag as far away from her body as possible. (She’s a very good multi-tasker.)
So that is my story of alien life forms in New York. I doubt I’ll ever witness such a horrific kink in chain of life again. But then again, there are a lot more New Yorkers I haven’t met yet.
