Sourdough (Rye) Story

Last night I told my husband, Keep an eye on the rye dough as I left to go teach. I imagined coming home the kitchen overflowing with raw dough spilling like lava out of the back door. At 10:30 PM The dough had reached the lid of the bucket. My husband was asleep. I punched down the dough and put it in the fridge to slow it. This morning in the fridge she has reached the top again, threatening to take over. There are air bubbles! She is ALIVE!! I just punched her down again. Circus Sideshow! Quicksand! Just like in the movies, swallowing everyone in it's path. My plans have changed. Today will be baking day.