accidentally gave the bunnies cat kibble AGAIN! 😐

This morning waxjism got up first (this is always the case when flannel sheets are on the bed pretty much because I just never want to get out) and she yelled

waxjism: Did you give the bunnies kitty kibble again? I'm pretty sure you did! It's in their bowls! It's like rhomboids instead of pellets!
me: Um... like... pointy instead of little cylinders... yeah... huh. Oops?

At this point, in Wax's words, they might just think we're trolling them. (We had a whole conversation yesterday about whether they know that it's cat food, or have a sense of what it is, since it is usually in catfood bowls which are in their reach although the bunnies don't spend much time in the kitchen anymore... or whether they maybe just think it's a mysteriously stinky substance?)

Clearly there is a flaw in my bunny-salad making routine, but I'm not sure what to tweak that would prevent my brain from going to autopilot at the crucial moment...

Syfy Nightflyers & bad character choice dramatic irony

Nightflyers (which waxjism continued to watch even though according to doesthedogdie.com it wasn't free of ( warnings )

) seems to be the same type of tragic narrative as le Carré's The Looking Glass War (which I talked about here), kind of like a fictional longread exposé.

It's the detailed, in-depth itemized timeline of all the fuckups involved in one massive clusterfuck of a situation.

The thing is, this kind of suspense depends on a type of dramatic irony - where you just have to watch people make bad choices and then watch all the consequences hit them - that's one of my biggest narrative squicks. But sometimes I don't mind it, because the effect varies widely with ( a lot of factors. )