You walk through our laundry room to get to the garage/outside so we go in and out that door a million times a day. It’s really just a hall with the washer, dryer and laundry room sink on the left side as you’re walking out. In fact, I lock the door leading out to the garage because if I have the dryer door open, and Vince opens the door, it’s going to bang into the dryer door. Of course, most of the time I forget to unlock it when I close the dryer door and that makes for an unhappy husband.
There’s no room for a trash can for dumping the lint so I stuck a hook onto the side of the washer and keep a grocery sack there for the lint. The other day I threw out that bag and had not put a new one in there yet. I washed a couple of loads of laundry and after I cleaned the lint screen, I stuck the little ball of lint on top of the dryer til I got done with the laundry, went to go get a grocery sack, got sidetracked and forgot about it.
That night Vince was going to take Rita out and I heard him kinda gasp and then say a bad word. When he opened the door to take her out, that created a breeze, the lint fell onto the floor and was blowing and he thought it was a mouse.
I can see exactly how it would look like a mouse. It was night and dark in that room, he flipped light on and the
mouse . . I mean . . lint scurried. I laughed because I could see that happening to me and I would have screamed and probably scared Vince more than the lint did.
Speaking of lint . . when I first got married many years ago, I had never done laundry. I had no idea you had to clean a lint filter. Who would have known?? 🙂
After probably a year, the dryer stopped drying. We called the repairman. He messed around with it, couldn’t even get the lint screen out it was so impacted. He said “When was the last time you cleaned the lint filter?” Lint filter? What’s that? He had to take the dryer apart to even get the packed lint out. I’ve come a long way, wouldn’t you say? 🙂