This morning, I went to water the flowers when a sharp, metallic odor hit me. My chest tightened as I scanned the flowerbed. There, something red and slimy writhed among the petals—like flesh turned inside out

The stench was overwhelming, thick with the scent of decay. Heart pounding, I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo, desperate to know what I was seeing. It looked alive, alien, and wrong.

A quick search revealed the culprit: Anthurus archeri—better known as the “devil’s fingers” mushroom. Native to Australia, it has spread to gardens around the world, startling anyone who stumbles upon it.

This bizarre fungus begins as a white, egg-shaped sac buried in the soil. Then, it ruptures, revealing bright red, tentacle-like arms that ooze a black, foul-smelling slime.

That slime, I learned, serves a purpose. It mimics the stench of rotting flesh, drawing in flies that mistake it for carrion. The insects land, feed, and unknowingly carry away the spores—nature’s darkly clever way of ensuring the fungus spreads.

No wonder people often mistake it for something unnatural. Photos online showed others reacting with the same disbelief and horror I felt. Some thought it was an animal carcass; others swore it looked extraterrestrial.

Standing there, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. The flowers I’d tended all summer now shared space with something that smelled of death and decay. It was mesmerizing—and revolting.

Now, I steer clear of that corner of the yard. Whatever nature created there, it feels wiser not to interfere. The devil’s fingers can have that patch of earth all to itself.