Recently I was walking in the winding hills of East Eugene near <a target="_blank" title="Steve Prefontaine Memorial" href="http://www.kananipod.com/2011/06/pres-rock.html">Pre's Rock</a> with my headphones on, working on song #8 for Glorie Incogniti. I reached over and grabbed a couple of huckleberries off a bush, something I often do when hiking around Portland where I live. I've been eating huckleberries and picking them for pies since I was a little girl, so I thought nothing of it, except that maybe these bushes looked a bit taller and more robust than usual. Within seconds of popping one and then another small, sweet, red berry into my mouth, I felt a numbness on my tongue which rapidly spread. My throat began to close and my head started to swim and throb violently. Soon I was totally disoriented. There were no street signs to be found. I tried calling for help but there was no answer. My immediate thought was, "Welp, I guess this is it. This is how I'm going to die." As I stumbled down the hill looking for recognizable landmarks, I turned my attention back to the drum loop that was playing in my headphones and resumed work on "I'm Coming Home," as best I could. If I'm going down, I thought, I'm going down singing.<br><br>(I eventually got a hold of someone who guided me in and kept me awake until the danger passed. Apparently, if you are going to die of poison it usually happens within the first two hours. Thank you Alice at Oregon Poison Control. As of yet, no one been able to identify the ersatz berries.)<br><br><br>