I had a delicious snack of cheesy, corny chips. Then I headed outdoors to do some yardwork.
My tulips and daffodils needed trimming. The grass grows thick in the ground around them. So I have to take the hand clippers to do the job. The wind and the sun made the task comfortable. The cats came around to purr and relax around me as I labored cutting the long grass.
One of the younger cats came right up to me. He could smell the snack on my hands. It tempted him. He nudged up to my hand, expecting to taste something super. He prepared to bite a treat, applied pressure slowly and his sharp tooth broke my skin. Neither of us got anything good of the deal.
So I quit my work, cleansed the wound and went back to begin the job again.
The moral of the story is: wash the snacks off your hands, before you go out to work.