This weekend we really let Roomba go wild. We usually block off our living room and let him (yes, our Roomba is male) work the livingroom. On Saturday, we turned him on without blocking any of the rooms to our loft off, left for brunch, and came back home to a cleanly vacuumed house — and Roomba, he was right back in his dock, charging for his next job.
Can’t really sing Roomba’s praises enough.
I honestly can’t get enough of the Roomba stories. Keep ‘em coming.