It began like any other peaceful morning. I stepped outside to water my flowers, breathing in the fresh air with a quiet sense of calm. But suddenly, a strong, unpleasant odor drifted through the breeze, stopping me in my tracks.
It was thick and sour, unlike anything I’d smelled before, making me instinctively look around for the source. I expected to find spoiled food or perhaps something decaying nearby—until I noticed a strange red shape near the flowerbed.
There, nestled in the grass, was a bright reddish mass, slightly moving as if it were pulsing with life. Its glossy, tentacle-like form seemed both natural and unsettling, as though it didn’t quite belong in my quiet garden.
The smell grew stronger the closer I stepped, and my heart raced with both fear and curiosity. Was it an animal? A creature carried in by a stray cat?
Or something completely unusual I could not yet understand?
Unable to ignore it, I took a photo and searched online for answers using the most fitting words I could think of: “red, slimy plant with bad odor.” To my relief—and slight horror—I quickly found an exact match. It was a rare fungus known as Anthurus archeri, more commonly called Devil’s Fingers mushroom. Originally found in Australia and Tasmania, it emerges from an egg-like base and spreads its red arms outward, releasing a foul scent to attract insects that help spread its spores.
Although it looked unsettling, it wasn’t dangerous—just one of nature’s more dramatic surprises.
I left it undisturbed, respecting its strange beauty from a distance. Even now, whenever I pass that corner of the yard, I pause for a moment. It’s a quiet reminder that the world still holds mysteries that can startle us, humble us, and remind us how extraordinary nature can truly be.
I was the only one working holidays for 4 years.
“No kids means no holidays,” my manager told me. I requested Thanksgiving off 8 months early. Denied.
So I came in. Smiled. Waited.
But the moment everyone walked out that door, I immediatel …sent in my resignation email—with a two-sentence note:
“Thank you for the experience. I’ve accepted a role with a company that values people, not just their parental status.”
I closed my laptop, took off my badge, and walked out into the crisp November air. For the first time in years, I spent Thanksgiving with my parents, my sister, and my two best friends who treated me like family long before an employer ever did.
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