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It's only quiet because the vacuum is turned off.  I am taking a break from vacuuming.  YES, a break.  Because there is so much hair and dirt and dust that enters my house every single day that vacuuming is a non-stop chore.  It's unbelievable.  I haven't even mentioned paw prints all over the place from the dogs and cat frolicking in and out, in and out.  Sometimes I think they do it just to spite me.  I'm pretty sure they do. 

It's also quiet because I have stopped screaming, yet again, from meeting nose to nose with another mouse.  This one survived, so far.  It was on the shoulders of our jackets in the closet, and ran across my hand as I went to take out a jacket to wear to the store.  Isn't that nice?  My husband won't let me get mousetraps, he doesn't like to kill anything.  It's my opinion that any living thing in my house should be roasted to oblivion with a fire shooting torch, until is is a little black crusty charcoal that crumbles into dust.  I did nearly set my house growing up by spraying Adorn hairspray (a much wider spray than the common hairspray) into a lighter flame to kill a spider.  The spider was toast, so was my front door.  I never did mention it to my parents, though. 

I also enjoyed burning ants when I was a kid.  So, frying gross living things into dust is not just a theory with me, it's almost like my Nazi blood is screaming for a way to get out of my multi-race loving body.  I know, that is a horrible thing to say, but hey, I only want to destroy insects and rodents that enter my home.  I have no problem with most of the other stuff in life.