Sometime between midnight and 1:30am, our puppy Evie
ed on our rug in the living room. This is the only time she's done this, so it's probably just because we forgot to let her out before we went to bed that night. Now, if you have a detective's mind, you may be wondering how we know the occurred between midnight and 1:30am. We were asleep, so how do I know that time frame?Why, friends, that's because our Roomba runs at 1:30am every night, while we sleep. And it found the
. And so begins the Pooptastrophe. The poohpocalypse. The pening.If you have a Roomba, please rid yourself of all distractions and absorb everything I'm about to tell you.
Do not, under any circumstances, let your Roomba run over dog
. If the unthinkable does happen, and your Roomba runs over dog , stop it immediately and do not let it continue the cleaning cycle. Because if that happens, it will spread the dog over every conceivable surface within its reach, resulting in a home that closely resembles a Jackson Pollock painting.It will be on your floorboards. It will be on your furniture legs. It will be on your carpets. It will be on your rugs. It will be on your kids' toy boxes. If it's near the floor, it will have
on it. Those awesome wheels, which have a checkered surface for better traction, left 25-foot trails all over the house. Our lovable Roomba, who gets a careful cleaning every night, looked like it had been mudding. Yes, mudding - like what you do with a Jeep on a pipeline road. But in .Then, when your four-year-old gets up at 3am to crawl into your bed, you'll wonder why he smells like dog
. And you'll walk into the living room. And you'll wonder why the floor feels slightly gritty. And you'll see a brown-encrusted, vaguely Roomba-shaped thing sitting in the middle of the floor with a glowing green light, like everything's okay. Like it's proud of itself. You were still half-asleep until this point, but now you wake up pretty damn quickly.And then the horror. Oh the horror.
So, first you clean the child. You scrub the
off his feet and put him back in bed. But you don't bother cleaning your own feet, because you know what's coming. It's inevitable, and it's coming at you like a freight train. Some folks would shrug their shoulders and get back in bed to deal with it in the morning. But you're not one of those people - you can't go to sleep with that war zone of in the living room.So you clean the Roomba. You toss it in the bathtub to let it soak. You pull it apart, piece-by-piece, wondering at what point you became an adult and assumed responsibility for 3:30am-Roomba-disassembly-poop-cleanups. By this point, the
isn't just on your hands - it's smeared up to your elbows. You already heard the Roomba make that "whirlllllllllllllllll-boop-hisssssssss" noise that sounds like electronics dying, and you realize you forgot to pull the battery before getting it wet.Oh, and you're not just using profanity - you're inventing new types of profanity. You're saying things that would make Satan shudder in revulsion. You hope your kid stayed in bed, because if he hears you talking like this, there's no way he's not ending up in prison.
Then you get out the carpet shampooer. When you push it up to the rug - the rug that started it all - the shampooer just laughs at you. Because that rug is going in the trash, folks. But you shampoo it anyway, because your wife loved that damn rug, and you know she'll ask if you tried to clean it first.
Then you get out the paper towel rolls, idly wondering if you should invest in paper towel stock, and you blow through three or four rolls wiping up
. Then you get the spray bottle with bleach water and hose down the floor boards to let them soak, because the has already dried. Then out comes the steam mop, and you take care of those 25-ft trails.And then, because it's 6am, you go to bed. Let's finish this tomorrow, right?
The next day, you finish taking the Roomba apart, scraping out all the tiny flecks of
, and after watching a few Youtube instructional videos, you remove the motherboard to wash it with a toothbrush. Then you bake it in the oven to dry. You put it all back together, and of course it doesn't work. Because you heard the "whirlllllllllllllll-boop-hissssssss" noise when it died its y death in the bathtub. But you hoped that maybe the Roomba gods would have mercy on you.But there's a light at the end of the tunnel. After spending a week researching how to fix this damn £350 Roomba without spending £350 again - including refurb units, new motherboards, and new batteries - you finally decide to call the place where you bought it. That place called Hammacher Schlemmer. They have a funny name, but they have an awesome warranty. They claim it's for life, and it's for any reason.
So I called them and told the truth. My Roomba found dog
and almost precipitated World War III.And you know what they did? They offered to replace it. Yes, folks. They are replacing the Roomba that ran over dog
and then died a y, watery death in the bathtub - by no fault of their own, of course.So, mad props to Hammacher Schlemmer. If you're buying anything expensive, and they sell it, I recommend buying it from them. And remember - don't let your Roomba run over dog
...Credit to : Jesse Newton
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well im pretty sure I would have made a bigger mess as soon as I discovered what happened. 
Then I would have gotten pretty mad 
and it probably wouldnt have been water that terminated the Robot :big chicken: then I would have struggled to clean up the mess 
and then I would have experienced remorse over destroying the expensive cleaning robot and I probably wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. 