If you’ve ever found yourself on the brink of emotional arson because someone walked into the room wearing clothes contaminated with mold toxins, congratulations — you’ve experienced mold rage, that delightful neuroinflammatory rodeo where your nervous system stages a coup and your higher reasoning gets stuffed in the trunk. One minute you’re a functional adult, the next you’re pricing remote cabins and auditioning for the role of “disheveled hermit prophet.” Many of us have