Fortunately, you do not need a license to hunt dust bunnies and there is not limit. I have been sucking them into my vacuum and watching them bounce around in the canister with no bit of remorse at all. For one who has a reputation for giving inanimate objects personalities, I draw the line at dust bunnies.

There was a large nest behind the TV. I actually got down on my hands and knees and approached slowly with the hose of the vacuum. I also found a couple of DVD’s and a remote. In my house, the vacuum is not unlike a metal detector – you just don’t know what you’re going to find hidden beneath the surface.

Of course, the danger with digging deep to clean some things is finding a book. After all these decades, I have to a degree disciplined myself to putting a found book aside for perusal later. Some younger generations who have been participating in this endeavor are not as hardened and I have to monitor them and call out – No reading, keep at the job. I did have a hard time myself when I found an old paperback copy of The Day of the Jackal; because I have re-read it numerous times, I was able to put it aside – at least for the time-being.

Now that I’m mentioned it, I have to explain that so many books have great first chapters and then go downhill. The Day of the Jackal consists, in my estimation, of all first chapters. Shoot, I know where I left it an I feel the urge to go get it. That would not be wise, not with all these other dust bunnies waiting for me and my weapon – my Shark vacuum.