I know it's a potato because I recognize the earthy, stale, rotten smell.
I have searched and searched and can't find it. It is really bugging me. So I have been keeping the pantry door closed.
I have to brace myself every time I go to the pantry to retrieve something. I take a big breath before I open the door, and pray I can hold it until I have finished my purpose in the pantry. I know it's in there- in some dark hiding place. Like, it's probably behind some obscure can of diced tomatoes. Potato- Potahhhto, Tomato- Tomahhhto, and all that. I have a few more nooks and crannies to search before I can call off the effort.
Which, to be honest, I won't call off the effort til I find the stinking spud. And I hope people can overlook the smell when they come into my home. But I wonder if there is a point where it will stop stinking if it has been in there too long?
I know I'll find it. After all, the world finally found their rotten potato and got rid of it. I know I'll find mine.
I just hope it doesn't take ten years.