How Knitting Gets Done

The girls sent out the alarm.  Four hens transfixed, all facing the same direction, cackling in a nervous undertone made me stop mid-chores to look around.  A plump rat lay creamy-bellied up a yard or so away from the chickens.  In broad daylight rats do not sleep in the open on their backs. Dead was what it was. So I scooped the rat into my pail--for less than a second!  With its last ounce of life, it shot back out. A big shovel in hand to scoop up the rat showed how serious I was as I pitched the thing over the hedge.*

Progress in silver sparkles

Then I noticed that what felt like a scratch from the rapid bucket exit was bleeding--a bite--by a sick rat.     My last tetanus shot was 1997. The emergency waiting room is a great place to knit. Got in three rows waiting for the nurse. Knit another four or five while waiting for the doctor. The admissions person allowed me to knit the whole time we were filling in the blanks for the hospital records. I put the knitting away for my drive home. There were several other fun items in my plans for Things I get to do today that were set aside while I had the pleasure of watching this lovely scarf grow.  Sometimes that is just how the knitting gets done.

*The critter was retrieved and bagged for possible inspection by our county vector control office.