After being gone for almost two weeks, it was no surprise to see some dust bunnies in my house upon arrival. Of course, for those of you who know me well, these are not anything new! Unlike my dear mother, house cleaning is low on my list of priorities. How can I think about dusting or mopping when other things await such as quilting or blogging or genealogy research or Samtiques or Paula’s Home Cooking on the Food Channel to watch? (Rhetorical question!) One of the wonderful benefits of living far enough out of the city is that visitors usually call first to be sure we are home. That gives us a little time to sweep and swipe at the dust bunnies — just in case anyone really cares!
I’m thinking that dust bunnies are not all that bad. Consider that they:
- don’t make any noise
don’t require any daily substance
keep out of direct sight (and sometimes our reach)
collect dust out of the atmosphere that we breathe
listen to our rage about them without responding
are not discrimating in where they live
have a habit of moving to the far back of “things”
are prolific — no abortions here — may be conservative critters
are light and airy — could possibly be liberal
do not resist attack — must be an independent group
patiently wait to be recognized, even though
collectively, they could over-run any household in a matter of weeks, but don’t.
So, why the big worry about “DB’s”? Instead, let’s learn to get along and maybe even consider naming them. Some good names might include:
Dusty (come on, give me a break!)
Afterall, if we just leave them alone, they’ll just get bigger and bigger — isn’t that what we want . . . bigger. Maybe we could even start something like the Spam-o-rama’s that are held in various cities for Spam lovers or a new bowl game named after them — the Dust Bunny Bowl! This is only the beginning!
So, leave DB’s alone, compliment your friends on their DB’s and go do something really important — like washing behind your ears.