I can't get over it, dear reader. Look what Sherlock did!!
How brilliant! How grand! How utterly masterful and keen!
How does he tolerate me? How does he breathe the same air??
Now I understand why he gave me that withering glare each time I approached to ask when he was planning to molt. Hello, he was only in the midst of growing a NEW LEG!
It's not like driving carpool, for crying out loud.