changeyourstars8 | Adventures in Intelligence

So yesterday was the start of the "get the cats used to the idea that they can't have free run of the bedroom anymore" campaign. Had a bit of trouble getting Daisy to come out from under the bed, since she finally decided that if she could just get herself tangled in the alarm clock/lamp wires, maybe I'd give up. *sigh*

Finally convinced her to come out, shut the door, all was well. Chris got home from work at midnight, and I went into the bedroom and tried to turn on the lamp. No such luck.

Muttering, I peer behind the bed and catch sight of a loose plug. After a couple of minutes fumbling around, I managed to get it plugged back in and tried the lamp again.

Nada.

At which point I gave up. Chris came in and I told him he was welcome to mess with it if he wanted to. A moment later I hear--

"Honey?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I laugh at you?"
"What did I do?"

I look over, and see that the loose plug? Was the plug for the busbar. Which I'd put into the busbar instead of into the wall.

Let's just say Sylar's not going to be coming after my brain anytime soon.