Spring cleaning.

[sarah_branigan]

It's a little early for spring cleaning, but Sarah has lugged all the throw rugs out of the house and has them hanging on her clothesline. It's a crisp, clear afternoon, but signs of life are appearing in the garden.

Sarah is currently whacking one of the rugs with her wire rugbeater. She doesn't look too happy as she smacks it, again and again, each blow deliberate and far more forceful than necessary. What did that poor rug ever do to her?