Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT afraid of the vacuum cleaner. When my staff was cleaning the other day, the only reason I ran under the couch was to pick up some change that rolled underneath.
(Maybe it wouldn't do that if I had pockets.)
I guess it had been a while since we cleaned under there, since I made a new friend.
Meet D.H. (short for Dust Hippo).
He's so tiny, it is kind of hard to see him. Here's a close-up.
And here he is trying to run off with part of my allowance!
*Note from Hippo's Handlers--D.H. didn't really grow up under the couch. He moved here from a nice place called Moss Mountain (mossmountain.blogspot.com) when he got a job offer from our pod to be Undersecretary of Couch Stuff. And he wasn't stealing Hippo's allowance, either.