far from perfect

He had a contingency plan if she knew what poison oak was, but she would not be collecting any more plants today. Pity. "Anytime," he smiled as she made to leave. He waved his tail and watched her go, idly wondering how long it would be before she or someone else consumed the hemlock. It was likely he would never know, but he did not need to see it for himself. He was satisfied just knowing a seed of chaos had been planted.