We attribute these things to the "White Potato Monster." One summer in
college I had a number of housemates moving in and out. They all had
different styles of food they liked to eat, but I don't think anyone had
reason to want 2 restaurant size cans of boiled white potatoes. Given
how available and non-perishable ordinary potatoes are, I can't even
think of a reason for restaurants to want such a thing. Yet there were
the cans on the shelf. As I ran into the housemates one by one, I asked
if the cans were theirs. The answer was always no. Eventually I
figured that someone must have broken into the house, deposited the
potato cans and left. That person is <spooky music> ... The White
Potato Monster.


Since then, The White Potato Monster has been responsible for depositing
a black lacy bra behind my friend's radiator, and numerous instances of
absconding with scissors.


The White Potato Monster giveth and The White Potato Monster taketh away.


--Lia