None of my yoga girls believed me when I told them I have many tiny men living as my personal toys. I've shrunk so many of them, I decided to take a few to class with me. I'm sure they loooved scurrying around our feet, trying not to get stomped on. Some of them must've gotten pretty freaked out because I didnt catch them all before coming home. Where could they be? I call some friends to tell them about what happened and even call the yoga studio. Without me, they'll NEVER be grown men again- stuck as tiny shrunken toy men forever. Oops, maybe I shouldve checked the bottom of my yoga socks!