We can hear the vacuum as we approach the dwelling, but as we enter the natural habitat of the house wife, it becomes apparent that this is no ordinary cleaning task. On closer in inspection we can see that her aim is not simply to clean the floor, she has a more sinister, deadly goal in mind.
The brush attachment for the vacuum is missing and the sucking machine is not merely aimed at the floors but also the walls, ceiling and every corner, nook or cranny she can find. In her eye is the glint of a challenge. She will find her prey and dispatch it swiftly up the sucking tube, every last one of them.
She is not hunting dust, oh no, dust is the least of her problems.
She is on a mission.
A mission to rid her domain of this autumn pest. A monster who invades her home by the hundreds. Who crawls up walls and into cupboards. Who drops from the ceiling into your bed in the middle of the night without warning.
The stinking, many legged millipede!
(image from Mick E Talbot via flickr)
It is the same every year.
Every year she taps out a desperate, somewhat demented blog post about these nasty little beasts. Every year she scours the interwebs looking for an answer, a hint, a clue on how to stop this black plague entering her house. Every year she comes up empty handed and heads back to the twice daily hunt, vacuum in hand, glint in her eye.