Today, I went out to the barn to do some barny kind of stuff and when I was walking back to the house, hubs called me over to help him. He was loading scrap metal into the back of his truck to take over to the metal bin at the recycle place down the road. I was doing fine, throwing the big stuff in the back and the small stuff into a garbage can - until he put the can into the bed of the truck. I had a armful of small pieces, so I leaned forward against the truck to put the stuff in the can when I was reminded in an unpleasant way that while I was in the barn, I'd grabbed an egg out of the nesting boxes and stuck it in my pocket. Yeah, it was gross. Hubs had to finish loading himself while I went into the house to throw my coat into the washer.
Saturday, WE decided that his room needed a good old fashioned cleaning - if a good old fashioned cleaning involves an air compressor. Yep, he cleaned everything out and blew all the dirt out of the cracks in his floor with the air compressor on full force. So now all the crud that was in his room is blown into the rest of the upstairs instead. As long as he had it in the house, I figured I might as well use it myself. I blew all the crud out of the bottom of the refrigerator. FYI, your fridge runs more efficiently if the coils on it are dusted or cleaned regularly - an air compressor works really good for this, though you could probably get away with just using a vacuum if you can get the hose under the fridge - which I have a hard time doing. And, with all the critters we have running around here, there is a LOT of pet hair collected under my fridge.