Too close for comfort
When my wife asked me to make a loaf of sourdough for a party, I went to the fridge to get my starter that I have been babying for years and, to my horror, discovered it was gone. As the shock wore off, I began to realize I had mistakenly dumped all of my starter the week before.
I had dried some of the starter and stored it in a zip lock bag in the fridge. I found the bag and couldn't believe it was dated 3/02. With nothing to lose, I added a little water and flour and two days later it is starting to show signs of life. It's barely breathing, but it's alive. Starting to smell good, too.