Clyde the Undead Dust Bunny
(excerpt) It took a few days for Clyde to get over her snit about losing the socks, but then she went right back into Clyde the Adventurer mode. I came home from school to discover that she had found my dad’s cooler in the hallway where it sat waiting for someone to clean it out from his last fishing trip. Clyde was overjoyed. I was overwhelmed by the smell. Air freshener was not going to be enough this time. Without a word I walked out of my room and hunted down the dreaded germ killing spray. “But Clyde LIKE blue fuzzy bread!” Wailed the fuzzball as the spray rained down on her. “Clyde no WANT sprayed!!! Soggy ‘tato chips GOOD and MUSHY!”
I have to admit, I was a little afraid I might hurt her, but there was NO WAY that smell was going to come out of my room any other way, and Mom was sure to get curious about what might have died under my dresser if I didn’t do something. Luckily the only bad thing to happen was that Clyde was mad at me again. She stuck out her tongue and dripped her way back to her nest without another word. I snagged a little white bow from the laundry room on my way back from putting the spray away and sat it at the opening to her lair. It was still a couple of quiet days before Clyde decided to forgive me.