The only problem with Jet learning how to weed for Joan and John is that he's pulling up the tomato seedlings I'm growing in the house. I found another three, limp bodies this morning, and I've replanted them and their sadly shorn roots and we'll see if they recover by this weekend. Two of them, luckily, are still pretty small, but one was a good-sized cherry tomato plant.
Luckily, I did plant eighteen of 'em and can really only pot four. Joan's going to take the others for her garden, and some of the seeds never came up. Still, I should be able to get another batch of them and of cilantro in before it gets too hot to sprout things.
Redundancy is a good thing.
Joan called me to tell me that Jet was having stomach cramps after they'd had their play time at the mall. He'd gone completely white, but after drinking a bit of Seven-Up he was up and running again, until fifteen minutes later, while walking the mall, he had another cramp.
Connecting this with the tomato plants, I called poison control and asked if eating a single plant, about an inch tall, would hurt him at all. Especially since he'd probably eaten it last night, would there be delayed affects? None of the BIG seedlings were missing, just one of the small ones.
Turns out that there is a delayed reaction, anywhere from 3-24 hours, so that fits. Eating only a single plant shouldn't cause anything more than a stomach ache. If he'd made himself a whole tomato plant salad, there might be vomiting and diarreha, and possibly a lowered heart rate if he'd eaten a tenth of his body weight in the stuff. Luckily, most of the plants are still entirely intact, so I don't think he did that, and I don't think Jet's in any danger, he's just possibly going to be uncomfortable for a while.
The plants are all now well out of reach. And it may even not be the plants, he may well just have some stomach flu or something else entirely. We'll see.
I sometimes think that the most maddening things about being a parent are the complete mysteries...