Does this hate count? After mixing some terp-less THCA powder into a new jar of live resin budder and flattening it into a blob the jar fell out of my hand an inch from a nearby intended landing table. It rolled on its side for 2-3 feet atop a deep shag area rug, crazy pug was also watching it happen, behind me. For me it felt like slow-mo. After the jar stopped rolling I body blocked the pug, and found three golden chunks of my creation on top tips of the shag white/grey rug yarn. TBH? I wasn't worried about the pug, and he literally eats anything. Felt like BITD watching someone blow the mirror. I found more than I thought I'd lost, by eyeballing it. All in all, a long moment of stress turned into I Got Lucky. Enjoy your long weekend, fellow inhabitants of the USA.