Roomba is sheltered on the front porch awaiting pickup by a charity resale shop. He has only been used a couple dozen times. He has always been quirky and required total attention. I would put him down and he would start vacuuming then stop. I'd have to kneel down, turn him over and inspect his nether regions to see what was amiss.

Now that I have Tabitha Roomba isn't needed. If only Tabitha could hum Roomba's startup tune.