Sometimes, it's fluffy white stuff growing on your glasses case.
Sometimes, it's zombie fungus that grows into your head, takes over
your brain, and forces your undead body to grab onto a leaf while it
grows a giant mushroom out of your back to infect your nestmates.
For whatever reason, this particular section of the trail had a
preponderance of the latter, including a bunch of unfortunate
Camponotus workers decorating the undersides of leaves, and one
exceedingly encrusted moth.
Fortunately, the fungi in my cabin only seem to be interested in my
inanimate belongings. At least so far...