“Mom, I dropped a screwdriver into the lint trap!”
“What? Oh!”
Three hours of moving the dryer and vacuuming and unplugging and unscrewing and Internet research and reaching past fan blades into places where hands shouldn’t be and screwing and replugging and moving things back into their approximate starting places…
…no more screwdriver in the lint trap. Lots of sneezes.
I have smited many dust bunnies and perhaps one or two dust gorillas this afternoon.
Okay, so what was homebiscuit doing poking screwdrivers into the dryer? One of these days, things are going to start coming apart mysteriously…
(hee hee. dust gorillas.)