Don’t tell my husband, but I think I might have found a new love.
The addition of a new dog to our little family prompted the addition of massive amounts of hair to my hardwood floors, which in turn prompted the addition of a new member of the household: Buster.
Buster is a Roomba, a powerful and creepily smart little red robot that, upon the push of a button, takes off and feasts on the refuse he finds on my floors. Anyone who knows me knows that keeping my house neat and tidy is not a task that I take lightly, spending many hours vacuuming and mopping and dusting and organizing. I actually find it difficult to relax unless things are in order. Now, I have one less thing to worry about.
Oscar, while an adorable pug, sheds so much that my vacuuming and mopping twice a week did nothing to clean up his hair, and it was starting to drive me nuts. To preserve my sanity and the cleanliness of my household, I turned to the Internet and followed a trail of product descriptions and reviews until I found my salvation in Buster, whom I received on my doorstep two days after I placed the order.
This morning, while I enjoyed my coffee before work, I tried Buster for the first time. He was utterly enthralling to watch. Not only was he fast and adorable, he was efficient too — able to zoom underneath my furniture and nimbly avoid stairs and walls (he has a built in sensor to stop him from taking a tumble). The results were great: I can’t remember the last time I really, truly scrubbed beneath my couch, and my floors and rugs were completely shiny and clean.
It’s the perfect set-up. All Buster asks of me is that I charge his battery once in a while and empty out the dirt collecting bin. In exchange, he does my work for me and I actually have the time to kick up my feet and chill, safe in the knowledge that my new buddy is dutifully eating my dust.