I find myself doing something similar, but probably a lot worse. It usually starts peacefully, carrying individual plants, carefully placing them, turn a little bit, pick off an imperfect leaf, admire, repeat, repeat, repeat... a few hours later, look at the clock, look at the forecast, and I turn into a Tasmanian Devil with scissors, chopping off every good looking stem I can find and grouping them into jars to separate later, piling stuff on the washing machine, kitchen counter, husband is in the bathroom asking "can I move this stuff to take a shower?" and son calling out from his room, "I can't close the curtain with these plants in the way." I admit, I have frost issues. Definite issues.