My aunt likes to knit. It seems harmless enough. Or it did at first.

She’d knit-one-pearl-one in front of the TV, some nights, with new wool, following patterns.

Then she started knitting all the time that she’s awake – and not in the shower. She knitted shapeless weird things and sometimes she unraveled it and started again immediately – it was about the knitting not the product.

My cousins and uncle have no jumpers left they’ve all been unraveled and sacrificed on the altar of her hobby.

But now things are really getting out of control – she’s knitting anything…ribbons, extension cords, spaghetti. She has started roaming the neighbourhood looking for new supplies.

I’m nervous, I have really really long hair, and I no longer feel safe!