Eddie is like an expert safe-cracker when it comes to getting into my yarn. He can burrow into a closed drawstring bag with the strings tied together. If the drawers where I keep my yarn aren't locked, he can get into them, too. Before Eddie, I had Jack pretty well trained when it came to yarn...he could look, but not touch (mostly):
Then Eddie came along, and he's a bad influence. Now, if I leave the room for a minute with my yarn out, it will be gone when I get back:
|I went to the bathroom (so I was gone maybe two minutes) and he got all the way up and back down the stairs with the ball of yarn, a partially finished granny square, and a crotchet hook. Naughty!|
Do you have any animal-meets-craft-project disaster stories to share? I'd love some commiseration!
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