Anywho, the dustbunnies also make for great watchmen. While I'm up on my bed, resting my hair-filled head, the dustbunnies are hard at work keeping patrol for anything that might expose it's ugly self from under my bed, such as the boogie man, spooks, Chuckie, Pauly Shore, the Olsen Twins, Captain Planet, whatever it, they've got it covered. I used to go to bed in fear, always thinking that something is just going to slither from up the side of the wall, then go up my sleeve, and then dig a hole in my neck and suck the living cranberries out of me! Well those days are no more, for my dustbunnies will always be there for me, and I for them, forever we are one in both mind and spirit, interlinked through an unexplained phenomena that could only be described as a super-bond! This isn't your ordinary run-of-the-mill bond like Goldbond (perfect for keeping your dentures on without those embarrassing slip ups), but more like a bond made with crazy glue and a winged possum. Whenever we are seperate, the possum sings it's song of sorrow through a series of high-pitched squeels, but when we are near, it flutters it's wings and hums in harmony...