Welcome to the world, tiny potato babies. (I might have heat stroke. Help me.)

It's still really hot here, and it's making me a bit batty. Battier. Which might be why I decided at 10 p.m. last night that I should probably go outside and dump out my potato container. And look what I found! Those sure as hell weren't in there when I filled the pot with dirt. In all honesty, I think that only one of my three plants actually produced any spuds - and if you plopped these little beauties onto a scale, it's likely that the three "seed potatoes" that I planted actually held more starchy mass than what I dug up. But does that matter? No. Because these potatoes are new and different, and I made them. And it will be me who single-handedly ends them with a knob of butter and some chives. I'm pretty much a potato God.

It's the heat. Really.

Update: It's leveled off to a cool 94 degrees. Hallelujah.