Mushrooms and the House of Mirrors

I live in a house-a house of mirrors. This is not a metaphor. One entire wall in my house, floor to ceiling, is nothing but solid mirror. Even the trim around it-mirror. There are several other large mirrors placed around other areas of my house as well. I do not know why they are there. They just are. This, however, has nothing to do with what I was originally going to tell about, besides the fact that it's about my house.

My house is not all too new. Actually, it's kind of old. It also hadn't been lived in for at least a year (maybe two) before we moved in. So there are little things that we find every now and again that are not quite up to par. One of these things, which has been recently noticed, is a shower leak. Anytime I take a shower, there is water leaking out at the point where the tub meets the wall, and also right next to the tub, where the wall meets the floor (which is covered by very fashionable linoleum, made to look like hardwood flooring). I discovered that the water was getting underneath the linoleum, because when I went to the sink I heard a squishing noise, that could only be water underneath my feet. Not good. Well, the other night, I was in the bathroom and as I glanced over at the floor next to the tub, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. There on the floor, coming out of the linoleum right next to the tub, grew two mushrooms. Yes, mushrooms. Bad for the house, right? But also just too funny not to laugh about.
That is my story.