I thought it was poison.
The sight of that glossy red lump by the garden bed snapped the quiet morning in half. My heart lurched, panic flaring at the idea of something toxic, invasive, ready to spread. Each step toward it felt like walking into a threat
I stayed, and that choice changed everything. Instead of fleeing from the unfamiliar, I studied it—its folds, its shine, the way it simply occupied space without moving toward harm. My fear filled in the blanks before the facts could, painting danger where there was only difference. A quick search revealed the truth: a rare, harmless fungus, strange but safe, an odd splash of color rather than a creeping catastrophe.
The embarrassment that followed my relief felt oddly clarifying. I realized how quickly my mind had armed itself against a threat that wasn’t there, how easily “unknown” had become “unsafe.” All day, that red fungus stayed with me as a quiet lesson: some things only terrify us from a distance. Once we move closer—once we look, learn, and name them—they stop being monsters and become part of the landscape we can live with.
