I'm Blaming Loretta.

Boy, I have pretty much decided that people who own aquariums must love real-life drama. I'm serious when I say this because I thought, when we took home our very own and got it all started, that it would be everything that it hasn't turned out to be.

Last night, our Bamboo Shrimp, Lucky Stripe, aka "Jumbo" got out. And Godot did too. I only know this because this morning Girlfriend came around my side of the bed, tugged at my sleeping arm and said "Mom, I'm not sure if Jumbo molted on my bathroom floor or if Jumbo somehow got into my bathroom."

This bathroom we're talking about is about 25 feet from the aquarium.

And then I looked into the tank (after seeing Jumbo there on her floor) and I realized Godot was missing too. We only had that frog for about a week and let me tell you, he grossed me out plenty. He'd hide for ages (hence his name) or hang out in his cave with his four limbs planted on the four corners and stare back at me. Maybe he was plotting his getaway but problem is, he's now missing too and we haven't found him.

I will surely die a thousand deaths if I step on something squishy in the middle of the night.

Or maybe he plotted with Lucky Stripe, aka Jumbo, for a getaway while I wasn't looking and he became Loretta's snack. Ugh.

Never ending freshwater aquarium drama, I tell you. I should contact a local freshwater magazine and ask if they want an aquarium columnist who specializes in wonky ph balance, escaper and swimming sideways stories.

On knitting news. Well, there's plenty, but it isn't half as interesting as what is going on in and around that dang tank.

1. I'm knitting my first chemo cap. This one is jaunty. It's not for me but for a family member.

2. I think yarn bombing is a waste of time.

3. I will not knit a cozy for that tank.

4. I have officially spent 8 hours knitting one 4-inch swatch. It wasn't a good time.

5. The chicken is almost done so I have to wrap this up.

6. Knitted socks are completely underrated. Especially the ones that are just stockinette.

7. When your husband wears them till they die, it is a compliment.

8. When your daughter wears them till they die it is even more of a compliment.

9. People, knit socks for your loved ones. And don't use worsted weight yarn.

That is all for today.

Except this: I probably won't be able to eat shrimp again. For your eyes only: Jumbo, aka, Lucky Stripe, on Girlfriend's bathroom floor. (How the heck did he get there?)