He’s an alientologist — that’s the kind of guy he is. And a damned fine one.
When we first encountered the brain tree, nearly 5 years ago, I thought to present him with evidence of our discovery. We were mentally assaulted, however, and were lucky to escape with little more than a hangover and a few splinters.
The mistake, of course, was in my method of trying to observe them. I thought to disguise myself (good idea) as just another hedge (bad idea). As it turns out, the brain trees are highly sensitive to this. In a biblical sense.
Through my research since then, I’ve learned that their vast intelligence comes at a price: they are unable to comprehend “silly”. So this time I came prepared: I brought my Mr. Peanut costume. At one point my monocle slipped, and I thought that was the end. Only my spats saved me.
These are the pictures that Chris took of the “Brain Trees” for his friend (who has a dog named Baron Krypto Space Puppy, if that gives you an idea of the kind of guy he is :)