I knew better, I knew better, but so eager was I to get back to that recalcitrant row on this most recalcitrant of patterns (Lady Folderol; you'll see her when she's ready to debut) that as soon as I'd finished with the lunch dishes and made a hasty swipe at the dish towel, I picked up that bamboo yarn on those bamboo needles.
Squeak. Crunch. Cling. Stick. Squeak.
Bamboo is thirsty. It's a grass, after all. Even in its fiber state, spun into yarn, it still sucks up any moisture that might remain on your hands. This, I can promise, you will regret, for even very, very slightly moist bamboo does not move easily along your needles. It will grab your bamboo needle and cling like a burr.
So if you're working with bamboo in the summer, or if you're just a nervous knitter, it might be worth keeping a little terry facecloth handy in case your palms begin to sweat.
Think of it as a side rag for knitters.