I collected this stupefied fellow off a magic mushroom. The fly agarics, or amanita muscaria, have proliferated in the recent wet spell, daubing enough insanity around the fringes of the local park for the whole city to take leave of their senses. (Some already have, but the Stadium is another matter.) Anyway, Cicada was ready to exchange the hallucinogenic vapours of amanita for the cuff of my jacket, and ride home with me and Dog. Last seen shuffling tipsily into the wisteria vine.