Nah, I don’t need mushrooms to go mermaid-spotting, and concerning picking my mushrooms in my forest, the authorities can go fffff...fill a form themselves, if that’s not too much to ask of them?
(Have I told you about this season’s mushroom picking highlight? Some people stumbled upon great mushroom spot, with big, fresh, spotless ceps, and big, hairy, angry bear mother that scared them away with rather promising roars... they tried the next day, hoping the mother bear has moved on to some different part of the woods, but she was there, twice as angry as yesterday and a lot bigger with each step she took towards them... so they run away a little, she didn’t follow and they finally decided the mushroom looked great but still not so great they would literally die for them... was this long-winded? Tell me honestly, I can take some critic, can’t I?)
If you don’t like my mental DIY, go to the psychiatrist, they are like mental Ikea, they give you a feeling of DIY, with instructions, and assurance that all the screws are there... isn’t it better to decide yourself which screws you’ll be missing?