ocd meets her newest companion

my ocd seems to be getting worse as i get older, much like the length of my crow's feet and the height of certain assets.  so, i've indulged my inner turmoil yet again with what seems to be the coolest dust buster on the market.  i love my dyson vacuum but unwinding a cord after every meal to suck up the millions of cheerios, egg bits, and string cheese pieces is a bit of a hassle.  enter the dyson animal handheld.  ups tells me it's now sitting on my front porch...the suspense is killing me.