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Last year we raised a good-size crop (for us) of red potatoes. We stored them in a box in the basement, hoping that the dark, cool spot would keep them. We ate them for a good six months.

Then we forgot about them.

This week we cleaned the basement.

We discovered the box of red potatoes, now ready to star in a veggie-themed horror movie.

Beyond their grotesque sprouts, stretching futilely toward a light source, we discovered the interesting fact that they had completely used up every speck of nutrition from the potato itself.

The only thing left of the original potato is a shriveled carcass, sucked dry.

You think there's a parenting analogy, here?

Nah.