Apparently the favorite dish on the child's menu around here is caterpillars in a blanket. I've now found three caterpillars on the patio, half torn out of their cocoons. Since I'm not finding them anywhere else I have to assume they're being dropped by swallows in their kid feeding frenzy. Either that or it's the vanguard of some bizarre plague.

No, I didn't post a photo.

Knitting lace--even if it's not terribly complicated--turns out to be one of those activities that takes over your mind, like Tetris or Katamari Damacy. Long after you put it aside, your brain just keeps on with it, to the point where it's hard to focus on anything else or even fall asleep. So much for my nice relaxing hobby.