I would like to say, for the record, that ripping back an inch of the foot of the Pomotamus was the most hair-raising, terrifying experience of my brief knitting career. I hope never to have to rip something like that again. All I can say is THANK GOD for that US 000 needles. They were a life saver.
Now off to the knit-night I've organized with some friends in Kentucky (where I will be working on a much more soothing project!)