Our apartment has concrete floors and to prevent cold feet, we bought this area rug from Crate and Barrel on clearance more than a year ago, and to this day, everytime I vaccuum it, I have to clean out the vacuum canister more than once because halfway through it starts to look like this:
Being an extrovert with sanguine tendencies, feelings of guilt seldom motivate me, at least not usually. This is particularly true when it comes to cleaning. Mark and I keep the apartment tolerably clean, but we've discovered that we tend to let things slide unless we have people over. A lot. Interior motivation is apparently worthless; public shame, however, is enough to get me going. That being said, I vacuum about once a week, and everytime, I am amazed at the copius amounts of fuzz our area rug is capable of producing.
Mark thinks all the fuzz is from the rug hanging for so long as a sample. I, on the other hand, blame this guy, who happens to think one particular spot under the coffee table is meant to be a scratching post: