That's a squeal of excitement, by the way, not fear. This weekend was filled with various delights in robotic form arriving in the mail.
James received his Boe Bot, which he gets to build and program. So far it rolls very nicely across the floor and runs away from us. Almost like a pet. But not quite.
and I received my Scooba, the infamous floor-scrubbing robot that certain *unnamed people* ahem (Mom) ahem tried to shame me out of buying ("You only have two tiny floors to scrub!" she mocked. Well, Mom, now I have no floors to scrub. Ha.). It works like a dream - if you often dream of round robots gliding across your floor sucking up food bits and leaving behind gleaming linoleum. I know I do. It's a little noisy, but apart from that, it is amazingly cool and fascinating to watch. And since floor scrubbing is the only household chore I absolutely despise (worse than dishes, toilets, laundry, and vacuuming combined) and have never been good at (the floor always seems to still be dirty somehow), I'd say this little robot is sure to quickly become my favorite little electronic friend.