So, I was feeling good, enjoying the cutworms infesting a broccoli plant when I finally found a rodent.
What?
Oh, my scribe wants to know why I didn't set up a bug ranch of sorts, eating only one or two pests, and then moving around to other plants. So long as I didn't eat them faster than they multiplied, I could have infinite food. In theory.
In practice, not a chance. I was moving faster, but not fast enough; managing eight limbs while walking is tough. At running speeds? Nope, recipe for disaster.
Likewise, while wrapping a leaf (sometimes folded double) around my eyes helped as the moon grew fuller, just not as much as eyelids and tear ducts would.
Sooner or later, I'd need to walk upright during the day. And sure, I could live as a scavenger, eventually find something with eyelids. Maybe.
I liked my plan better, especially with the mouse right there safely within my [Beast Sense]. Now, all I had to do…
Disclaimer: For those of you who want to bypass these regrowth chapters, look for the chapter "Walking Upright".
So work has decided to add to my stress levels. I'm apparently both getting assigned to a new project and released from the company for failure to be accepted to a new project. So I've sent emails to both groups of managers in the hope that they'll sort it out and tell me which is the real decision of the company.
I'm joking, I'm almost certain they want to put me on the new job and continue making money off my work.
So, this is good news and bad news. There will be at least two days of movement to the new work city (because the client likes seeing faces uglier than theirs, or some reason like that), and LOTS of time spent looking for a place to stay and keep my stuff. None of that is immediate, but there are disruptions coming in the chapters ahead.
As always, thank you for your readership and support. It doesn't mean more to me than my eyelids, but it means a lot.