Roomba! (Part II)

I love my Roomba. I am tempted to compose an ode to my Roomba - perhaps I will at some future (but not too future) date. In the meantime, I will simply say that even with *cough* two weeks *cough* of dog fur on my family room carpet, she did a bang up job cleaning it this morning. I had to grab a few largish balls of fur myself, but honestly, I'm not sure our regular vacuum would have taken them either.

Michelle asked about the noise - on carpet, I'd say she's about as loud as a coffee bean grinder or a hair dryer on low. And it's a nice white noise, so you really don't pay much attention to it at all. On the kitchen floor (where she is right now) she's a bit louder, but still much quieter than any vacuum I've ever owned. Note: I've never owned one that's more than about $150, so if the Kirbys and Orecks of the world are super duper quiet, I have no basis for comparison.

She zipped right under our curio cabinet and TV armoir, which our upright can't do. She doesn't fit under our couch, sadly, but otherwise - viva la Roomba!

Of course, you know this means I'll be lobbying for a Scooba soon...wonder if they have those on Craigslist too.