~Dustbunny, the never ending story~ The vacuum... I attach the useless brush thing on the end of the hose, the one that has delusions of being an anaconda, and suck at the dust, the bunnies and the loose stuff, until it is all gone. No bunny can survive the triple HEPA filter after being sucked through the vortex of doom, or so I thought. I was dragging the beast of suck on a bunny hunt when a shaft of sunlight illuminated the exhaust, and what did I see? Jet propelled dust motes. You cant hear them laughing because of the noise from the beast, but they shoot upwards, and congregate on the ceiling. This is a bit confusing, what exactly is my type H bag full of? It looks like dust, smells like dust, but, and this is important, it is silent. Dead dust maybe? No... It is just the sloughed off skin from the ever growing dust bunnies. Look it up. 90% of household dust is, apparently, dead skin cells. Doesnt say its our skin though, does it? So what exactly are the little monsters up to? They lack the nasty mouthparts of say, bed bugs (and the really big black spider in the bathroom), so biting you is not an option. I strongly suspect that their sole purpose, and greatest joy, is to be moving about a lot; spinning like dusty dervishes, doing cartwheels and dust acrobatics, purely for the thrill of it. Lets get up his nose, is what I think they are saying, then lets all hold hands and go on a sneeze ride. Oh yeah, fun for them, sure, but what about us poor sufferers? Allergies or not, these little devils are always capable of going from cute to irritating.
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 08:00:43 +0000
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