Lo, for I would be thine uncle as a moleman, in a different time, and yet became perplexed by a single thought, which is 'what if my apartment were a spaceship instead? where I must grow food in space!' And thus I could not escape the question, nor can you unsee my indoor lemoning. And so I laboured, for 30 years learning the delicate ways of the savage indoor potato.

In the depths of the lower plywood, even down near the very floor, the children of a mutant dwarf tomato plant gather to impressively not fill much space. This is the sauce layer of the cave. Yes the spaceship metaphor is now a cave.