PACKING PEANUTS ARE PURE EVIL

So living in the Middle of Nowhere, MT requires one to do a bit of online shopping. We have packing peanuts a plenty around here. Let me set the stage.... The house is clean meaning vacuumed, swept, mopped. We get a large box of the dreaded Packing Peanuts delivered to our doorstep. I, in an effort to avoid Jay and Charlie having a Packing Peanut Party, immediately take the package to the garage!!! I carefully take out the contents and carry them to the kitchen. Return to the garage to find Jay inside the box swimming in the wonderful white whatness that they are and I hear the tiny torrents laughing at me, their teeny little laughs!!! So you say what is the big deal? Well, they have ingeniously electrostatically attached themselves to my sweet, innocent, blue-eyed boy. I begin brainstorming on how I am going to get Jay to his room and down for a nap without allowing the enemy to break my impregnable fortress of cleanliness!!! And then it hits me. The vacuum cleaner is still plugged in. Yes, I vacuumed my sweet little blue-eyed son head to toe and won the battle against the evil packing peanuts. HA HA HA I get the last laugh, at least for today.