My favorite pajama pants developed a small hole, most likely caused by Dagon. No problem, I thought, I’ll stitch them up.
Of course I promptly forgot.
Flash forward moments later and Dagon is tugging on my pant leg. A screeching sound ensues and, lo and behold, the hole is much bigger than can be mended.
I have plenty of pajama pants on standby, but they just aren’t the same.