What Gus Hates

Gus is afraid of the vacuum cleaner. And the food processor. And the copy machine. And his helicopter toy. Basically, anything that makes a mechanical whirring noise.

He hates the vacuum so much that he cries when I open the closet where it lives. He cries for the 15 minutes I am using it (I vacuum the rug and two sofas in my living room; everything else I just mop or wash in the washing machine. I wear him in the ring sling the whole time because he is completely hysterical.) He cries as I put it away, and for 20 minutes after it's all over.

Let me tell you, this does not encourage me to keep my rug clean.

Let's make a chart, shall we?

Ah, that Thing You Can't Reach. So tantalizing.

We tried petting the vacuum cleaner, and playing with the pieces, and making funny noises. He just wouldn't budge.

At least he likes the dust mop.

Love,

Katie