Last weekend (yes, I know, I’m behind) I had two knitting buddies over for Sunday afternoon knitting and pizza. The Baron was quite excited that I was having people over and made quite a fuss about getting us food and making sure the fish tanks were in tip-top show-off shape. He even offered to go out and pick up our food for us when the time came. But. Right before the ladies were scheduled to arrive I noticed that he seemed to be searching for something in the kitchen near the smallest of our fish tanks. He seemed agitated and finally he confessed: he bought a newt for the little tank and it had escaped.
Back in the days of apartment living we had a few tank-escapees. Once a beta fish flipped himself out of his bowl and onto the carpet, gasping in air and covering himself in dust until finally we got home and found him. It was amazing — who knows how long he was flopping around on the floor — but once we put him back in his bowl he seemed to shake off the grit and was back to normal within a matter of minutes. Another time a shrimp got out of the tank. They are so small and colorless that we didn’t even notice the shrimp was missing until we found the crispy-dry, clear carcass of the shrimp under a table.
This time, with company coming, I didn’t want to wait until a guest found a sticky creature in her hair, or felt a warm squish under her shoe, to find the newt. The Baron to the rescue: he guessed that the newt would head for the darkest, coolest place possible. And there, behind the fridge, we found the newt.
Epilogue: I finished the Peacock Feathers shawl Sunday afternoon — it’s spread over the dining-room table, waiting to be blocked. Photos and round-up to follow!