I remember a vacation we took to the east coast many years ago when the kids were about 1 and 3. We drove through the states and went through New York State and Maine before heading back to Canada in New Brunswick. One of the highlights of this camping trip was to buy a fresh lobster in New Brunswick and cook it for myself; the very first time. After listening to the advice of the well seasoned lobster-meister I put about an inch of water on to boil to steam this bad boy. Well, I dropped him (or it could have been a her I suppose) into the pot where he immediately tried to climb out. Can't say as I blame him. Feeling just a little sick I pushed him back in and held the lid on until the required amount of time went by. I didn't enjoy this feast nearly as much as I thought I would. In fact I don't think I've eaten a whole lobster since.
Giddy with the success of the rolled brim hat I started a matching scarf, but I wondered if there was enough yarn left for a pair of mitts as well. So of course I cast on. I knitted and recalculated and frogged and recast on again in an attempt to not end up with an oversized mitt. With yarn this thick I didn't want to look like I have "man hands". So after a good three or four hours I finished what was supposed to be a mitt. And what did I get? The CLAW! The damn mitt is so bulky I look like I have lobster claws for hands! Clearly I am still paying for that little lobster indiscretion so many years ago.
The more I think about it the more I'm sure I need that yarn to make a longer scarf. I have no choice but to frog the mitt.