One day 'bout a year ago I slung a handful of them out into the woods behind my house, in frustration after super-gluing the fingers of my left hand together. I was out there the other day, messing around waiting for my 'shroom-hunting buddy to arrive, and heard some rustling in the dead leaves. I kicked aside the detritus, and lo and behold, there were dozens of the wiggly little buggers emerging from the topsoil. They weren't all PBJ like the parents either, but nearly every color of the rainbow. Genedic diversity?
Next up. Neds under big, red & white, plastic bobbers.