Bridgeoporus nobilissimus(Cascade Range, US Pacific Northwest) If you were a fruiting mushroom – or better yet a symbiotic community of bacteria and yeast – and you knew that your people had been growing in warm, wet places since long before the gods had even begun to think that one day there might be animals to keep them entertained – would you a) just dry up and blow away when humans made it harsh and inhospitable for you? Or would you b) insinuate your hyphae deep into the juicy cells of your host’s tender winding roots and cling to life? Well, I know what I would do.