Knowing the house was beyond disastrous and that guests were arriving that evening, I decided last friday to take a break from my rigorous edits and clean the house. After cleaning the entire upstairs, I broke out the vacuum from hibernation and began the chore. It became apparent very quickly that the vacuum wasn't sucking. I took off the front panel to discover that the bag was so full that all the tubes leading into it had filled as well. So, I removed the bag and went to throw it away. On my way back upstairs, new bag in hand, I heard my son say, "Yummy, cheerios." I rounded the corner and found him picking cheerios out of the open hole that leads into the bag and shoving them in his mouth. They were stuck in between hair and dust balls. Hmm, hmm good.
Now that's gross.