While it was charging, I did an Internet search and found several Roomba-owner forums. Apparently, it is a requirement to name your Roomba. I couldn't think of a name. Mr. Roomba? That's a bit lame. I checked some of the naming choices. Roomba-owners seem to be fixated on 1960's era TV, and use a lot of "Rosie", especially good for the red roomba, and "Robbie" when naming. I found out that many people had a Roomba for each level of their house, and even B&B owners are using a Roomba to cut down on the work of vacuuming hallways and common areas. I also learned I have to catch the Roomba every third day to empty out his bin and check his brushes, maybe clean them as well. Hmm. This is taking some thought. Where will he live? What will I call him? (Him because mine is black not pink and I sense he is male.) It is a bit like adopting a pet.
I set him to go around at 1:00 am. That might have been a mistake as he is not silent. Whirr, whirr, bop, thump, thump, bash. I went out to look, he had gotten himself stuck under a cabinet and was forcefully trying to get out. I watched him twist and groan and, yes, he finally did get out at exactly the same angle he had come in by. I felt a bit mean, not helping, but I was curious to see if he could do it. But it helped me choose a name. Bopper. Or The Bopper. And we can thank Tom Paxton, the award-winning songwriter for this. Because I was reminded of the old tune by Tom called The Marvellous Toy. Click on the link for an ancient clip of Peter, Paul, and Mary performing this