Why pay? Go outside with an extension cord and your Dyson. Fire that bad boy up and shove the hose into the dryer vent. In about two minutes or less, the object of your derision will appear in the canister of your vacuum.
What if the Object Of Derision turns out to be a kitteh?
The dryer vent is on the second floor, and I’m on the ground. And if the Object of Derison is large enough, it might break the Dyson, and then I’d have to shoot myself.
I will just pay $99 for a thorough cleaning to some gent who’s probably Russian or Polish, thereby supporting a hardworking refugee from Eastern European misery.
My jaw still hurts. I had some ibupofen, and I’ll have a mild Restorative Beverage after the dryer-guy comes.