We have one of those Roomba vacuums. Honestly, don’t buy one. They aren’t that special and if you have a house like ours, you’ll spend more time charging and cleaning it than actually vacuuming.
We only use it in our bedroom these days because our central vac system works better for our million square feet of tile. Ok our house isn’t THAT big, but you get the drift. The only carpet on the first floor is the master bedroom. We’ve long since lost the charging stations so he just stays plugged directly into the wall when not in use.
Last Saturday, poor Atticus had a slight altercation with our little robotic vacuum. Ok, maybe a big one.
I’m not sure how it started exactly because I walked into the room in the middle of the whole show down. The Roomba wasn’t plugged in and somehow Atticus pressed the power button. On purpose or accidentally, I don’t know.
What I do know is that it made the little power up chime and I heard “OH NO!”
Then that the little robot spun around and started to chase my little boy.
There was screaming “HEP! HEP!”
There was crying as the vacuum was nipping at his heels.
There was shear terror happening in my bedroom!
Luckily this little robotic pursuit only chased him maybe 10-15 feet before I swooped in for the rescue.
Mom Saves the Day!