When I decorated my house the other night, I found that there were a few holiday decorations I didn't have space for, so I brought them into the office. Among them was Mr. Potato Head as Santa spud. Little did I know the tragedy that would befall us. Here you see the result of office hi-jinks—someone "van Gogh"-ed my Mr. Potato Head. I imagine that sooner or later I'll be presented with a ransom note, but until then, think fondly of my one-earred spud.

And for those who wondered, I did check his drop seat, the recommended storage area for his extra parts, and the thief did not hide his ear there.