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