...like a hungry octopus. I just know that it's waiting for the perfect time to pounce and gobble me up. There will be no escape either since there's no way I'm going to risk snagging, or worse - cutting, all that knitting. There is hope though since I'm going to try and get him first. Tomorrow I'm going to the nearest big box building supply store for enough foam to hold him. Then he'll be wrangled into the tub and stretched to within an inch of his life. Here's hoping I survive that long.