So this Christmas, Santa Claus brought our family two exciting things. A puppy (Bichon Frise) and a Roomba (Robotic Vacuum Cleaner). Now both of these gifts sound exciting, and believe me, they are exciting...at first. Then the whining and the pooping and the chewing begin. That's just the Roomba...hahaha!! Actually, the puppy isn't that bad. The actual culprit here is the Roomba. Maybe culprit isn't the right word. Offender? Actually, that's the same. OK…I'll get on with the story. So the puppy is learning to alert us when he needs to use the facilities outside. The Roomba…does a decent job at keeping the dried grass and the dust caches at bay.
The horror… The family is upstairs, outside or otherwise predisposed. The puppy has no way to convey his sudden emergency, and defecates on the floor. It just happens that the Roomba at this time is patrolling for rogue dust bunnies and in its pre-designed sweep comes across the little pile of feces and begins to disseminate it throughout the first floor of the house.
So not only do we have a massive mess, we have a really spooky event. Written on the floor, in feces, by the Roomba… ALL YOUR BASES ARE BELONG TO US!
I hate Skynet!
manteca
You know this is how Battlestar Galactica started...the Cylons were actually Roombas!
