Her mother had bought some blue-staining boletes from the market and stir-fried them for the family, but she was in a hurry that evening and presumably didn’t cook them for the requisite amount of time. Miss Oh clearly remembered the hallucinations that began that evening and continued into the next day. The walls moved and shifted in geometrical patterns and strange shapes appeared. “I’m sleepy all day,” she said in English. “I see them [xiao ren ren]. And I see flies bigger than the actual one, perhaps two times big. I see little insects. Not all the time, but when the water splashed out.” She apparently became fascinated by the dripping kitchen faucet, for each drop would, upon hitting the sink, sprout wings and legs and crawl away. And she remembered, very clearly, staring intently at the bows of her shoelaces until they turned into butterflies and fluttered off. Her brother experienced similar effects, but her mother and father did not feel any —perhaps because they ate less proportional to their body weight.