I’m addicted to my Roomba. In fact, I’m so addicted that I’m addicted to three Roombas (and one Scooba). They all have names. There’s Bob 2, Bob 3 and Sir Roberto the Fourth. (Bob 1 died, unfortunately). The Scooba is named Norbert.
If you don’t know what a Roomba is, the basic idea is this: it’s a robot that vacuums for you. (Scoobas mop). Yeah, it doesn’t take too much work to vacuum. But what a Roomba does is quite a bit more than that – it’s the things you don’t really think about when you think of vacuuming. Of course the actual “work” part of vacuuming is gone – but the additional benefits are where these little robots really shine.
Roombas are small in height, which means they go under all your furniture – no more moving the couch to clean up the cat hair that’s accumulated. They’ll go pretty much everywhere you need them to go, and they’ll do it for you pretty much as often as you want. Continue reading →
