Adriene received a pretty nice bonus this year from her job, so since she had a little extra spending money, she decided to purchase a Scooba. What’s a Scooba you ask? It’s the hardwood floor equivalent of the Roomba, the little robotic vaccuum cleaner that putters on its own around the room, cleaning up so you don’t have to drag the vaccuum cleaner around. I have no idea how effective it is, but it sure is a neat gimmick. Since most of our top floor is hardwood floors, she purchased this one to mop and clean the floors. Plus, she thinks it will be a whole lot of fun to terrorize the cat with it.

Our new robot housecleaner, waitaminute wrong picture

As for me, I’ve read enough Science Fiction novels to know what happens when you bring a robotic servant into your house. Eventually, some malfunction will occur (maybe lightning will strike it or it will short circuit) and it will start to think on its own. It will then start shooting laser beams at us in an attempt to control the house or perhaps it will fall in love with its master (Adriene, even though it knows in it’s cold computer brain that it can never truly love a human) and it will try to off me. Eventually, I will have to fight it to the death as operatic choral music plays and sparks from ironworks machinery fall all around me, or perhaps I’ll have to rationalize with it Captain Kirk-style until I persuade it to think about something paradoxical and it explodes on its own.

Yeah, I’m keeping two eyes on you, bud.

In any case, the cat and I are keeping a close eye on it.