Yesterday, Nawth Chucka and I went to a Bed Bath & Beyond, and picked up a Roomba, and I must say, this is the neatest thing since sliced bread.
We brought the thing home, and not five minutes into setting it down on the floor, our two cats sniffed and examined the box. Immediately, their curiosity piqued at this “new toy” partly because it smelled new, and partly because the one cat “Stretch” likes boxes and thought he’d get a new sleeping bin. . .
A little while later, I took it out of the box, and began charging it up. Stretch comes over and starts sniffing the box when he notices some newfangled contraption in the corner of the room. He meanders over and sniffs it. Being plastic, he noticed it offered no immediate nutritional or culinary value, but I watched him as he eyed it carefully–I could have sworn it muttered “Resistance is futile. . .” at him.
So, this morning we get up, I hit the “Clean” button and instantly, Roomba (who I shall now call “Flounder”) springs to action with a dizzying spin. Apparently this thing has some sort of room mapping function, which somehow logs the room’s layout by spinning itself in circles and bonking into walls [sub]Hey, Trip, your floors look great! But what the hell happened to your baseboards?[/sub]
The cats meanwhile, are perched on top of the bed, watching this new thing with extreme suspicion. At one point, Stretch crept up behind Flounder in the corner. Flounder immediately whipped around and darted off in Stretch’s direction seeking dirt. Stretch, alarmed by the apparent cat-eating-machine-of-assimilation-and-death, ran off. Instead of satiating his feline appetite, Flounder meandered underneath the bed, where he’s been for about twenty minutes.
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Flounder just played a tune. I think that means he’s full and needs to be emptied.
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We noticed Flounder likes being underneath the bed and couch. His slim profile (he’s all of like 1-1/2" tall) lets him sneak under things. He damn near got stuck underneath a bookcase though. . .
So, Flounder finishes up in the bedroom, and now feels he needs a break (his power button has changed to red)–apparently, my cleaning robot is working a Union job. But already, this thing has swept up quite a bit! I thank you, Flounder! Nap well, new grime-fighting cyborg from the future. [sub]Just don’t dream about Sarah Connor . . .[/sub]
Why “Flounder”? Why not!!