All that it takes is one angry thunderstorm and we had two and each an evening apart. I was awakened by the explosions,the light shards through the windows and then the angry sound of heavy pelting rain as if trying to drive me outside. We did need the moisture because our weather has been still and hot. When I go out early the next morning, barefoot, across the grass and return to a place where a tree died a long time ago I see the familiar fungus appearing. I missed the photo where it looks like little golf balls. By day two you can recognize them as mushrooms.
They are easily the size of dessert plates by the next day and look good tasting by day three and they have come up for three years in the same place.
I have observed the squirrels eating them, but only a taste, so I guess they are not all that healthy or perhaps delicious.
By day four they have become flying saucers.
Then by day five they start to deflate like a bad meringue pie. Soon they are black puddles of stink, and I will spare you that photo!