I was handing Everett the container with our “hated” rice this morning, so he could give it his daily dose of evil diatribe, when Paxton suddenly stopped me.  “Wait, what’s that?  I think I see mold!”  I turned it around in my hands, and sure enough, a small, black spot of mold is indeed forming near the bottom of the rice.  We carefully inspected the loved rice and the ignored rice, and both are still white and fluffy, with no signs of decay.  Awesome.