Those Clingy Thingys

 

 

 

 

Damn thee used dryer sheets!

 

They are everywhere!

And I’m not sure how or why.  But something’s up.

 

 

 

 

Although they have no noticeable organs or appendages, the population of wild, feral dryer sheets in my home rivals that of the number of Tribbles aboard the Starship Enterprise.

These things appear to have the reproductive appetite of a Duggar!

 

As I mentioned earlier, the wrinkled remnants are everywhere in my home.

 

 

 

Laundry vermin, I call them.

Fabric softening parasites.

I find them upstairs on a bedroom floor.

How do they climb the steps with no apparent legs?

They seemingly get upstairs with greater ease than I do.

 

 

 

 

 

Slipping an arm into the sleeve of my shirt….out pops a dryer sheet like a groundhog in February.

 

I begin to wonder…exactly what part of the drying process forces a dryer sheet to seek refuse inside the sleeve of my shirt?

 

 

 

And they cling.  Boy, do they.

To EVERYTHING.

 

Except when you are with someone with whom you are trying to impress.

Because that is when the shriveled sheet will decide to release its grip….and casually fall out your pant leg.

 

 

 

 

Yes, don’t be distracted by its “outdoor fresh” scent.

Those clingy thingys are up to something.

Something probably masterminded by their leader, the Snuggle Bear.