the butterfly effect

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It all started, as debacles often do, with my laziness.

I hired someone to clean my house. While she was here, I locked the dogs in the car so that she might walk freely, without Fredo's snout impacted in her crotch. I'm just that thoughtful. I left the windows down a few inches for the dogs, and when I retrieved them a few hours later, I forgot to put them back up. I discovered this the next morning and promptly sealed the windows.

CUT TO: 30 HOURS LATER

Heading to town, I noticed something was awry as soon as I reached for the door handle. What was all that all over my car's upholstery?

And thus did scrub 30 hours' worth of panicked-bird shit out of my car, working far harder than I ever would if I were merely cleaning my house.