I didn’t say the rumba. Room-ba.
It’s a little robotic floor sweeper that scurries about a little
like a crab and moves about by lightly bumping into walls and
cabinets and people.
I turn it on when I’m busy in the kitchen and it goes about its
merry way- bumping around the house.
Sometimes it comes up right behind me and bumps into my heels.
I can usually hear it, so I’m kind of prepared-
except it is much quieter when going over a rug, so it can really
surprise you sometimes.
Yesterday, I would step to the right and it seemed to follow my steps,
right step, left step, glide, glide.
I’m so glad no one was taking a video.
“What cha doin’, Heidi?”
“Nothing. Just a little dance with my roomba!”
here he is, hooked up to his momma!
close up of my new dance partner
So you enjoy dancing with the roomba. It will give you a good work out. It does a nice job on the floor too.
We had one for years, and we adored it. Small Man named it Gill, after the angel fish in Finding Nemo! 🙂 Seeing yours now, I miss ours, but it’s been too expensive to buy a new one…
That is so cute, Celia, Gill.
I call ours pesky- but he sure came in handy in cleaning the dust bunnies from under the beds before we cleaned the rugs. Especially under the king size bed.
I think a roomba and a poodle might be incompatible 😀
Joanna- I think you are right!
My grandson didn’t like it chasing him around, either.We had to wait until he was out of the house to use it!