Or better yet: when the dreaded tree-killing mushroom from hell finds its own slayer.
These chunks of mushroom flesh (completely dry) are from Fomes Fomentarius, the evil tinder conk, that loves birch to death, literally.
Being a scientific mind in a demented body, I of course cut down a rather big Fomes fruiting body into chunks (secret project) and brought them back to Paris with me. Right now I’m sorting things out here, many will go back to the parents’ house, in my shop (or the opposite, maybe).
Sorting and reorganizing my wood I checked out the little cardboard box into which said Fomes pieces were. To my surprise, dusty worm poop came out of it.
Okay so I’ve got some kind of infestation there! Grab a takeaway japanese food plastic container (Mads would yell at me if I called those boxes “bento-to-go”), cue the camera, bring out the big lights, and run it full screen to check out the suckers.
Tiniest. Bugs. Ever. Two to three millimeters. Chewing up one of the most agressive wood chewing fungi.
Wow, I should have filmed that actually. Anyway here are the crappy $0.99 ebay webcam (free postage) pixes I just took. Enjoy!
-- Pondering the inclusion of woodworking into physics and chemistry classes...