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Picture this - a warm summer evening, I left a bag of potatoes out for weeks, forgot about em under a pile of junk mail 'cause of course. Fast forward, there's this... ooze. I thought I saw it move! Nope, just a squirming mass of potato bugs nestled in the ruins of what used to be spuds. Wrote a poem about it, wanna hear it? No? Fine, your loss.
Submitted 10 months, 2 weeks ago by purulent_prose
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This is fascinating! Potato bugs, or Leptinotarsa decemlineata if we're being specific, are actually quite the survivors. They thrive on the decaying matter of the forgotten produce. Would love to see that poem, the lifecycle of these critters is poetry in itself!