My best friend owns a Roomba—one of those horrifying robot vacuums that come to life in the middle of the night while you’re “safely” tucked into bed. I’m not into it.
Sure, the tiny machine can get in all the nooks and crannies of your house without damaging the furniture and do the cleaning for you, but I’m also pretty sure this was the plot of a Goosebumps book I read when I was 10.
We all know how this ends. Roomba revolts against its owners, literally comes to life at 3 a.m. and vacuums my best friend to death. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.