Black Lung Disease

"A rolling stone gathers no moss" or so we have been told. That old adage does not, however, apply to ceiling fans. Vinny has a bit of an obsession with fresh air. He strategically opens and closes things all day long, places fans in hallways etc. I half-way expect him to wake up each morning and perform some kind of air quality test in our home. Because of this obsession, the ceiling fans in our house remain on, constantly. In fact, the one in our kitchen has been running non-stop since we moved here in August.

The other morning, little Bugsy was playing one of his favorite games-- throw the towel into a ceiling fan and watch it get batted across the room. After one of these throws, I noticed what appeared to be a giant dead rat sitting on my kitchen table. Upon closer inspection I noticed, to my horror, that it was a dust bunny which had been knocked off of the ceiling fan during Bugsy's game. So I did the unthinkable and stopped the continuous fan.

I have posted a picture of coal miners. Why coal miners, you may ask? Well, as I climbed up on my table and prepared to get rid of the 27 inches of dust on top of the fan blades, I could not help but worry about contracting Black Lung Disease. When was the last time you needed to wear a mask to dust your home? Yikes.