Every Action Has a Consequence
(Why I was late to work Today)
Everything we do has some set of consequences attached to it whether we realize it or not. Usually these chains are transparent, it's only rare that we get to see them. Such a case caused me to be late to work today and I shall now explore it in detail.
Two weekends ago, I stayed up late goofing off because I was avoiding working on the bunny animation. the next morning I almost forgot to film roon
at Santana Row and hurried off to do so at the last minute. Because of this, I forgot to water my plants which I'd planned to plant that afternoon. When i got home,t he plants were too wilty to be planted, I didn't want to shock them any further, so I watered them and delayed a week.
A week later (last Sunday) I did in fact get back to my garden to plant the plants. I kept bumping a Juniper bush which was filled with dead undergrowth and dead tree bits kept raining down in my hair, so I decided to clean the debris out of the shrub by shaking it and making all the loose debris fall down at once, which I did, and cleaned up afterwards.
After all that yard work, I wanted steaks that night and Stacey (centauress
) made them for me but neither of us cooked steaks often and she turned the first set into charcoal and had to buy another. While cooking the second set, she heard a squeaking up in the tree and shined a light up into it, to discover that in my shaking, I'd dislodged a nest of tree rats (not squirrels but not those icky kinds of rats that get in houses either).
Between my wrecking their nest and her shinng a light on them and identifying their nest, the rats apparently decided to move. Yesterday morning, there was a half-eaten rat on my front walk, apparently killed by one of the neighborhood cats.
This tastey rat morsel started a territory dispute between two of the neighborhood cats and they had a HUGE fight in my front yard, which made my cat go berserk and try to get at them through the venitian blind and window glass. She got tangled up and bent up the blind and cut Stacey (centauress
) to shreds in her beserker rage.
Last night Stacey wasn't able to sleep so well due to her lacerations and my fawning over her, so she got up with me this morning... and noticed one of the cats from the night before laying in the yard, looking pretty beat up. (The beast looks like Dragon from the Secret of NIMH. Huge, battle-scared, and blind in one eye) I went outside and found that it was still alive (though very very defensive). Its hindquarters seem to be paralyzed and when it tried to drag itself away from me, it knocked over my soda and made a mess, which delayed me a bit more. Then I gave it some food and water (which it almost ripped out of my hands, it was so thirsty) At this point, I left for work, (already 9:30) and remembered I still had to get fuel. Oy. I think Stacey called animal control because she had no idea what to do for the beastie. Much too dangerous to try touching/caging him.
So there you go. Slacking at animation leads to a whole food-chain of mayhem. Plants, rats, and cats. Plus a badly injured spouse, a wrecked blind, and late to work. O_O