There are mushrooms on this earth which have very strong and unpleasant smell and everybody is distancing from them more and more and at the end they stand in a beautiful forest completely alone.
The only friends of them are hungry flies who fly to them at the beginning when there is still something on them they could eat, after that nothing is left from their original magnitude, just a ruin of what they used to be once.
I am sure you know the name of the mushroom I am talking here about. Stinkhorn of course.
The picture is from last autumn .
