I have, at last count, about 4 dozen eggs in my kitchen. Two dozen are going to a new home tomorrow. That leaves me with roughly 2 dozen eggs. Big, beautiful brahma eggs. They are for sure in the kitchen. In my bedroom I have a beautiful, wonderful Brinsea incubator that I just received as a surprise gift from a wonderful and generous friend. The bator is for sure in my bedroom. I know it's there because I gaze at it constantly. I've even carassed it. What is wrong here?