I am declaring war on cobwebs…
…with my fabulous new ceiling duster.
I bought it yesterday at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, a store that’s a bit expensive but really the only place to go for such esoteric items. I have high ceilings and quite a few cobwebs, a combination that requires a specialized tool, and there it was: a telescoping pole that’s about seven feet long when fully extended, with a lambswool top that resembles a lighter-colored version of the bearskin hat.
You know the hat:
Here’s a photo of the duster (made by Casabella, in case you’re interested):
And a closeup of the top, which is removable and washable and beautifully soft:
Why am I carrying on like this? I don’t know, but there’s a feeling of intense satisfaction at finding the exact right thing for the job. Oh, and perhaps the duster is really a tribble, which would explain a lot:
I know, its no tribble at all…
HaHa! I had a green one of those that always scared the crap out of my Eclectus parrot. I had to put him in another room in order to dust.
Mr. Burd, may he rest in peace.
If the thing starts breeding you’d better transport into a Klingon warbird.
And,in a pinch, it can be used as some sort of bizarre sex toy for those who don’t really like to touch.
I was going to call that hat a “Beefeater” but Google saved me from that humiliation.
War on cobwebs yeah!
I use a foxtail brush, whose handle fits quite nicely into a legth of PVC water pipe. The foxtail was a dollar, and the piece of scrap PVC was .75 cents.
I don’t really approve of those busbys, as it seems to me that that has to be rather hard on the bear.
and women wonder why men get excited finding a new wrench or handy tool at the hardware store.
Tribbles were an obvious ripoff of Al Capp’s (Lil Abner) shmoos.
http://lil-abner.com/the-shmoo/
A co-worker brought in a drawer full of tribbles. One day he put one on his desk, the next day 3, etc. He was disappointed that it took days for somebody to get it.
Surellin:
🙂