Robot vacuums are amazing machines, but they can also be a pain in the arse.
In my home, testing a new robot vacuum often means digging it out from under my living room couch or unhooking it from the legs of my lounger. Then there’s being woken at 3AM by a cheery “resuming cleaning,” getting down on my hands and knees to retrieve a pencil from their brushes or scrub the gunk out of the “self-cleaning” dock. And — my favorite – holding my nose while dumping the contents of a…
