Has your mom ever told you not to play ball in the house? If she has, I hope you've listened to her. She knows what she's talking about.
Here's what happened at my house, because somebody didn't listen to the Mama:
Our house is currently under renovation. You really wouldn't want to be here. The kitchen is gutted, and all but one of the bathrooms has been demolished. As a result, we have some wide-open spaces. Especially in the kitchen. My husband decided it would be fun to throw the tennis ball around and have our German Shepherd, Schultz, fetch it.
"Don't do that," I warned. "The tennis ball is going to end up down an open vent."
Did he listen?
On the first throw it happened. The tennis ball bounced off the wall where the oven had been. Then it bounced off the wall where the sink had been. Then it rolled along the floor . . . right into the open vent. Down it went. Never to be seen again.
I shook my head. I didn't even have to say, "I told you so." He knew.
Moral of the story: Always listen to Mama!
(He pried apart the vent and attempted to retrieve it, but couldn't. So now we have a tennis ball stuck somewhere in our vent system. Hopefully it won't end up in the furnace!)