Few people who read the 2016 Pooptastrophe review will forget the plight of one homeowner whose self-driving Roomba sprayed puppy poop all over their house while they were sleeping. Now, Roomba has issued a Pet Owner Official Promise (POOP) to eliminate such traumatic situations by improving their devices’ software so that it can detect and avoid excrement.
The news was revealed on Thursday when the business unveiled a new design feature for its Roomba j7+ Robot Vacuum that should prevent it from cleaning over poop.
It keeps a weather eye on the horizon for any odorous obstructions and can modify a course if it is headed for collision using artificial intelligence. Even better, if a turd does appear, you’ll be photographed! On the product website, iRobot explains, “Your home never looks the same twice, which the Roomba® j7+ robot vacuum is intended to handle.” “It detects and avoids impediments like pet mishaps and charging wires in real-time using PrecisionVision Navigation. It even sends you a photo of what it finds so you’re always up to date on how clean your house is.”
Unfortunately, the information was too late for Jesse Newton, whose life was irrevocably transformed in 2016 after his puppy, Evie, pooped on a rug. Under normal circumstances, this would be a trivial blunder for a puppy, but it was not to be normal circumstances at 1.30 a.m. on that fateful night.
“That’s because our Roomba runs at 1:30 a.m. every night, while we sleep,” Newton explained in a heartbreaking blog post about his ordeal. “And it discovered the poop,” says the narrator. So the Pooptastrophe begins. “The pooppening,” says the narrator.
It’s extremely advised that you read the original post above at this point, as there is no better account than Newton’s. The Roomba continued to leave “25-foot crap trails all throughout the house,” which got onto the walls, furniture, and even Newton’s toddler after it ran over the feces.
Newton quickly tossed it in a bubble bath after discovering “a brown-encrusted, vaguely Roomba-shaped thing sitting in the middle of the floor with a glowing green light, like everything’s okay,” leading to a “whirlllllllllllll Fortunately, humanity devised the concept of warranties.
“At long last, you decide to phone the shop where you got it. Hammacher Schlemmer is the name of the establishment. They have an amusing name, but a fantastic warranty. They claim it’s for the rest of their lives and for whatever cause.
“So I dialed their number and told them the truth. My Roomba came upon dog crap and nearly started World War III. What did they do, by the way? They offered to swap it out.”
