I had not paid attention to the dust bunnies gathering in the bathroom. They evidently had time to plan a national convention there while I was enjoying company. After Karen left, I happened to flick my towel so that several of the bunnies hopped across the room. Impressive as that was, I got out the dust buster and did what I had to do.
The very next day I found thousands of small black balls of lint on the rug and marching around the waste basket. Where on earth did they come from? You’d think they had the walls of Jericho in sight. For those of you who love to read mysteries, what clues should I have noticed? Human hair (mine) was not part of the mix. The black balls did resemble sheddings from John’s sweats, somewhat like those scattered about the bedroom and his office. His dirty clothes were there in the closet waiting for me to add mine and walk them to the laundry room, but they weren’t throwing off lint. I’m thinking some gremlin turned his pockets inside out and enjoyed a black snowstorm. Housework is one thing, but doing the same weekly job two days in a row is beyond tedium. If I had been properly tuned, I would have turned tedium into Te Deum, we praise thee, O Lord.
Mehrling Muse 
Maybe sock fuzz?
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Good guess, Kate. If it was sock fuzz, there was an army marching through last night.
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Well, you never know. How well do you sleep?
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I generally sleep very well. I missed your army wearing socks, so I must have been dead to the world. Hup! Two! Three! Four!
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My dad always jokes about dust bunnies and would tell my mom that “someone was coming or going under the bed.” It is really hard to sweep those wispy floaty bunnies up. They kind of fluff everywhere but where you want them to go.
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Maybe you could get high on busting dust bunnies. I’m afraid to try.
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Too funny. You did get them all right? If not they may be out there ganging up to attack in the night.
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My eyesight is going, so I don’t know that I got them all. I won’t be aware of them ganging up to attack me, either, since my hearing isn’t the best. I’m thinking old age is prime time for ignoring things you are not aware of.
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I understand. I can only focus for so long before my vision begins to blur, so I understand. I’m glad I’m not married to hubby #1, he used to do the white glove thing on me. He was tall and I was short, so I’d miss things high up. So depressing. I lived on needles and pins then. LOL
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If my husband wore white gloves to judge my housekeeping, or lack thereof, I would assume he is heading to the funeral home to lie in a casket.
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Oh. My. Word! That made me laugh so hard Anne.
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Yeah, well that didn’t last. That was before I’d found my voice or knew I had one.
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Cute story! Right before Christmas, I gave the house a deep cleaning because my mother-in-law was coming for a visit. I found a dust bunny village in one of the guest rooms along with lots of loose change and boxes of old birthday cards. 🙂
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Do you suppose the dust bunnies left you money as a tip????
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Lol…perhaps. Perhaps they were paying rent.
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Anne,
The dust bunny post made me laugh and your comments below too. Thank you, Anne.
Susie
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Dust mites Anne? You probably neglected to clean them for long.
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You are so right, Arlene. If I can’t see them, I don’t clean them. They may want more recognition than that, but I’m not prepared to negotiate.
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Haha. way to go Anne.They won’t be there soon.
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I have an idea because this has happened at my home. Have you recently bought new towels? I once bought jewel-tone towels…expensive they were…I usually buy inexpensive…splurged…wished I hadn’t…new fluffy beautiful towels shed little balls of color all over my bathroom until I finally decided they were banished to the basement as mop-up towels. Now I only buy inexpensive towels, in very light colors. 😀
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Excellent advice! Thank you. My second name is Miser Me, so I doubt towels are to blame here. I needed to clean several days before the bunnies popped up and skittered across the floor. They had a good flight, so I think they died happy.
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