OK, I don't believe in getting a "word from the Lord" or signs or whatever, but even I am beginning to catch the drift here.
This is what I woke up to this morning:
Yes, Gentle Reader(s), that is friendship bread starter. In a puddle on the floor and dribbled down the front of my cabinet.
Apparently in the night, despite my having burped the Ziploc last night before I went to bed, the yeasty starter managed to break through the seal, tip itself over and then proceed to leak out onto the counter and floor.
You can see from all the bubbles how active the yeast has been. I had high hopes for this batch, that I might both be able to keep it alive and then successfully bake. But alas, no.
A pretty big puddle. Of yeasty, sugary, creamy goodness. It's particularly fun to clean up. At 6 AM.