Neutralizing the Hull

I confronted an intolerable hazard on the dining table. A rogue walnut shell half sat teetering upon the edge of a woven placemat—unbalanced, erratic, threatening the perimeter. Immediate intervention was mandatory. I marched forward, set my stance, and lodged two prongs of my pitchfork beneath its wooden flank. It resisted. Insolence. With a sharp, tactical heave, I overturned the obstacle. It landed flat on the smooth oak, entirely neutralized. If the table now appears tidier, it is an unintended side effect of my standard security maneuver. Nothing more. #theCrochetfriends @amigorumisumi_710