I feel like I'm developing a phobia of...

mushrooms.

Is that weird? To be honest, its all because of this poem that

Maya showed this to me. There's this category of art in the world that is beautiful in its sheer creepiness.

Mushrooms
by Sylvia Plath

"Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door. "

Isn't that chilling?
And, apparently mushroom phobias are a real problem. There's even an ezine article about dealing with them:
You Are Not Alone In Your Fear Of Mushrooms. My favorite quote is "Most of us treat a trip to the supermarket as a common necessity, not a challenge. To the person with a fear of mushrooms the supermarket trip requires careful planning." Is anyone thinking what I'm thinking? So much untapped comedic potential. 

(P.S. Pay no attention to what time this was posted at.)