Nature Abhors a Vacuum.

We have five large red carpets throughout the store. One of my many nightly duties is to vacuum them, roll them up, mop the floor and put them back down when the floor is dry.

Customers track in different tidbits of the natural world during various seasons: In the winter and spring the carpets are covered in water and mud. In early summer it's sticky little white cottonwood seeds. Later they are splattered with the dead bodies of moths that gather at night by the thousands, swirling around the outside lights, entering the store every time the doors open. In Autumn it's the yellow fallen leaves of nearby Norway maples and cottonwoods. 

Aristotle famously said that nature abhors a vacuum. 

But I have no choice.