Snags have been reached.

The vacuum is wounded.  If not mortally, it is no longer able to function at its primary job of carpet suckage.

And thus all the world is ending in a terrible tidal wave of futility and despair.

I might be exaggerating.

But the bedroom floor is definitely looking worse than it did before I started vacuuming.  So futility is on menu.

And despair is a close cousin when I attempt to wrestle with this damn vacuum. I thought I fixed the wound but it continues to be nearly useless at doing anything but redistributing the things it is attempting to suck up.

I am going to shoot it and be done with it.

Its not a great vacuum.  Taking it to vacuum doctor will cost as much as a new vacuum of the same quality.

This is annoying for a lot of reasons.  The first is that I have very little desire to spend my hard earned money on a vacuum.  The second is that I will have to go to Walmart: House of Shame.

Mostly, I just don’t want to go to Walmart.  Its big and overwhelming and I will likely get there and they won’t have the one I want and I will consider another version but will feel like I should just try another walmart and …

Sigh.  Journey to Walmart:  The Challenge is on the list now.