Ugh, Why Must the Missus Vacuum At the Crack of Dawn

Ugh, Why Must The Missus Vacuum At The Crack Of Dawn? (circa: early December 27, 2018 morning) There appears to be a virulent (possibly deadly) strain of housekeeping virus Hoover ring in the air asymptomatic tentatively linked to rein deer droppings (micro-organisms) blare ring and trumpeting beyond the threshold to humans, though plain lee send audible wavelengths to symbiotic species clear as a bell, which organisms don nano size MAGA hats, and main lee set up shop in carpet threads, and chiefly thrive on deer pellets, where one bee bee gun size bullet serves long lane of critters unseen can easily make headway into ear, eyes, nose, et cetera other orifices, and Kane inject unsuspecting vacuum sealed byproduct to forswear unsightly piles of dirt, debris, dust bunnies, which Jain Dharma would find appalling horrifically glare ring at desecrating supposed germ carrying pests calling utterly inane, the constant effort to keep house beautiful heir ruled ding disinfectant resistant, whether mite tee Germaine, or itty bitty teensy weensy siblings many named Oh Fair Roe One Wade for me, nonetheless seek out porous fleshy terrain allowing, enabling and providing pinhead size portal i.e. vector to engineer transmitting a fast acting alien entity without any explain nation, an immediate urge to spruce up the place applying interlinear trigonometry (of course adhering to Feng Shui when rearranging), without drain ning, lessening, zapping, et cetera, but meer really loose sing a whirling dervish (mini tornado) fiercely finding the spouse on feverish spree to clean entire apartment chain!