Attack of the Robotic Zombieoid Transformer Killer Potato

Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2011 16:03:14 -0400
From: nabooko
Subject: Attack of the Robotic Zombieoid Transformer Killer Potato- ‘Rock on!’

Not long ago someone told me theyt loved my Chatlist posts- that they love a “happy ending”- Not such a happy ending to this one- The very thoughts of the events send cold chills thru my  entire body.

It began many years ago when I first moved to Chatham County. In the 1970s – I like a lot of other folks, had a “Harvest Gold” stove, refrig and sink. My Harvest Gold sink was porcelain enamel and the  yellow gold gleamed in the sun under my kitchen window. It was a happy time.

In those days, I bought bags of potatoes – Ate them maybe three times a week. One day I opened a new bag of potatoes and proceeded to dump them into the sink for washing. Suddenly there was such a crash-bang in the sink, it scared me. I had no idea what had happened. Upon close inspection, I found that there was a spot that the enamel had been hit and damaged, the enamel gone and the black metal showing thru. What in the world??

Turns out that in that bag of potatoes, there was a rock that looked just like a potato. Only by holding it, feeling the weight and the coldness, could you tell the difference. I was so amazed and angered by this- my sink was ruined and I had been cheated with the quantity and weight of the potatoes.

I saved the rock- Kept moving it around to different locations in cabinets, shelves, etc. Sometimes I would lose track of it for a couple of years- then find it and the events would come flooding back to me and I would get a chuckle out of it. The gold porcelain enamel sink was long gone and replaced with stainless steel. Also, I now use much fewer potatoes- Only buy a couple at a time- and even then, I sometimes don’t get around to using them and they go bad. Nothing smell worse than a rotting potato.

A few days ago, I was searching for something in a cluttered corner of my kitchen counter and thought I saw a lone potato hiding- (an area I usually keep them)- To my delight, it was my old Rock friend,  pretending to be a potato. Still, I thought maybe there was a real potato hiding back there. I pushed my hand under the clutter and-  unspeakable shock and surprise- Something had grabbed or clawed at my hand. I was terrified. I gently moved away the clutter, ready to kill the monster- I could see the purple tentacles reaching in my direction- It had more than one set of eyes.  I quickly grabbed the spaghetti tongs and made my move- I got it- I got it!  What a monster lurking within my home! It gave a powerful struggle to sever my fingers- to nip my knuckles-I could have killed it then and there but being the creature loving person I am, I could not bring myself to destroy it- I let the critter go- back into the wilds. But- I don’t stray into that part of the woods after dark- after all- “it” might be waiting  . .

N.A. Booko

Click on this web-link to see “Potato” Rock:
www.mindspring.com/~expectations/rock.jpg

Click on this web-link to see monster:

www.mindspring.com/~expectations/attack.jpg