| Background: The red reflector at the rear of the lil beasite popped off some time back. MIA. So, in true geek style, I replaced it with a coupla blocks of flashing LEDs. Hooked up to the running lights with duct tape.
So on Sunday, having nothing else to do, I decided to rewire the lights properly with connector clips and a separate switch control. Since Scamp had nothing to do and Princess was asleep, he decided to assist me: in his own fashion.
- Started licking my toes when I was trying to un-tape the patch up job.
- Upgraded to licking my arms when I was splicing on the connector blocks.
- Ran off with the hookup wire when I wasn't looking.
- Worried the other end of the wire when I was pulling it through the frame.
- Wormed his way between my legs and tried to lick me on the face. Puppy breath! **phew**
- Gave up and started to yank my trousers. Trying to give me a wedgie I suppose.
- Some time during all of this, I managed to knock the first aid kit to the ground, and didnt notice. Grabbed it and worried it open. About this time Princess decided to wake up and join in.
- Started a tug-of-war with Princess over a roll of orange bandage wrap.
- Started a fight with Princess, and made me yell at him.
- Scattered the contents of first aid kit the all over the yard.
- By the time I realized he had got hold of it, there was nothing salvageable from it. Except for a couple of medicated patches and some antiseptic cream.
- Took off with the multimeter when I put it down for a few minutes. Had to chase him to the backyard before I got it back.
- Was very interested in the rectifier and tried to lick it. (Fortunately the bike wasn't running.)
- Crawled between me ankles when I was squatting and tried to trip me up.
- Finally crawled under the stairs and took a nap.
And guess what? After all of this, the job still ISNT FINISHED because the soldering iron broke. It's heating all right, but not enough to melt the wick. |
