So, remember when not too long ago, I was complaining about having entirely too many potatoes due to my inability to not buy incredibly cheap food? Well, the potatoes have risen up.
I was in the process of chopping up the almost-dead potatoes when I got the brilliant idea to make this little guy. I probably would have chopped it up immediately after that point, except that Drew seemed rather disturbed by this potato. So, due to my occasional tendencies towards schadenfreude, the potato thus sits in the kitchen, slowly rotting away and taunting Drew whenever he even thinks about getting anything from the nearby cabinets. Breakfast oatmeal will never be the same with this potato watching on with a grin as those oats get stirred.