by Joyce Kohl
There’s a sign in my computer room that says: “WARNING: This house protected by Dust Bunnies.” The sign has been Xeroxed for friends and relatives who, like me, wish to explain the existence of the strange balls in their own households . Our dust bunnies are given names; they have favorite locations, and they wear identifying collars. The prolific little “creatures” are so brave these days that we have attached jingle bells to the larger ones to prevent accidental death by vacuuming. They’re in no danger whatsoever from me or my husband, but my mother endangers their survival on an average of twice a week.