It's the Roomba Discovery robotic vacuum cleaner. My sister got me one on eBay when my vacuum cleaner blew up. It scares the crap out of Buggleboy, who can't resist the Simon-like lights and tones of its various buttons, pressing them in combination until he inadvertently sets the contraption in motion, sending him into a squealing fit.
It scoots around the room like a cockroach on meth, spinning haphazardly and bouncing off the furniture. I've christened it Stevie. I almost can't stand to watch it, yet at the same time, it's strangely hypnotic.
Much like the aforementioned rabbit, vacuuming with Stevie isn't meant to substitute for the real thing. It's more like an in-between, stopgap measure when you just don't have the time and energy: perfect for a quickie.
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