Day two: sourdough bread starter

I realized how much sourdough bread starter is like a pet.

1. It requires regular feeding and watering.
2. It wakes you up the in the middle of the night for attention.
3. It makes you feel guilty for not taking your work break to go home and check on it.
4. It becomes conversation starter at work. (Pun intended)
5. It reproduces faster than rabbits or mice.
6. It basks in the warmest place in the kitchen.
7. It creates minor paranoia from the fear of killing it off.
8. I feel like I should give it a name…any suggestions?

Thankfully, I fought the guilt and did not feel it necessary to make pancakes for a peaceful army and I did make the soup I was craving yesterday. I still couldn’t throw the remainder starter away though - the bucket in the fridge is getting fuller and fuller. What am I going to do? I'm so ready to to start baking bread! One more day.