
If you touch 'em, you'll get dizzy. Can you imagine the ensuing breakdown of society that would result if these guys actually existed? No one could operate convertibles, mail trucks, bicycles, or - worst of all - motorcycles any more, because a Fuzzy could float into you, infecting you with a little white ball of disorientation akin to the most severe fits of drunkenness. Even the act of walking would be most precarious indeed.
That would be a very interesting world to live in.