Join Me in Snarkville

Have I mentioned lately that I pink, puffy heart my robot? Well, I do. Thus far, he has cleaned my living room, kitchen, Duke’s room, and the hall. I gave him Sunday off — after all it is the day of rest, right? I’m working on getting the rest of the rooms in the house robot ready. Anyway…

This morning, I set the (still nameless robot*) off on his duties to clean the living room again. Now, the robot is supposed to stay in the room and do his thing. I went to work and came back upstairs about an hour later. I still heard the robot working, but I COULD.NOT.FIND.HIM!!! Utoh, my robot was LOST. I wondered where he’d gotten off to. I followed his whir of the vacuum — and I found him in my laundry room. He had broken through his virtual wall and ESCAPED.

Not that I’m upset mind you that he decided he had enough of the living room and went off to explore rooms in greater need of his, um, skills. However, I had not robot proofed the room yet. Let’s just say, laundry room moved up the list — since the robot must want to clean in there pretty badly.  The absolute worst part of it was that I actually said (OUTLOUD): “Hey, what are you doing in here?  You don’t belong in here.”  What exactly did I expect him to do?  Beep his apologies and scurry out and back to the living room where he belongs?

Also note: In addition to the cat hair, carpet fuzz and other gunk the robot ate today, he also ate one of Duke’s socks. Don’t worry, I got him to throw it back up before I had to call sock posion control (it was a dirty sock after all).

*Yes, he’s still nameless — I’ve only been able to decide that the robot is male. I can’t quite figure him out, thus he must be a guy.