Walking through a forest always appeared so much easier in movies, even when they were hacking at the branches and vines with machetes and the sweat was dripping down their faces; maybe this was because you were in an air conditioned room with comfortable seating and a bucket of hot popcorn at the time. There are no chairs or popcorn today but, on a positive note, it's not hot and humid so the beads of sweat forming on your brow are purely from exertion. Vines and plants tug at your legs as you walk and the shoes better suited for standing behind a counter all day slip on the decomposing leaves the form the forest floor. Every so often you examine a tree for that glorious, directional moss, and continue in the direction you believe is north. Your body is aching, begging you stop, as the forest begins its nightly plunge into darkness. A loud growl comes from your stomach, demanding food. Having skipped breakfast you need to eat. There were some mushrooms not far behind you, growing beside a log. And if you moved the log there is sure to be some protein in the form of bugs underneath. Or you could be lazy and eat the dark, shiny berries growing on the bush right in front of you. So, what's for dinner?

I'm a fungi type person.

I'm going to need the protein, so insects please.

Too tired to go far so fruit it is!

I think there may be something in my apron pocket...