The robot and the ball
Late last year I bought a Roomba Discovery — Veronica’s and my first domestic robot that turned out to be a fun, if guilty novelty which proceeded to have battery issues, difficulty in finding and interfacing with its dock, and problems with its Scheduler remote. Its vacuuming capabilities are passable, but not enviable. In short, I’m not a very happy customer. So we went from the top of the automated heap to the top of the manual, and purchased a Dyson DC15 (aka “The Ball“). It came today, and I have to admit, I’m afraid to turn the thing on and discover just what the hell we’ve been walking on all these months while Roomba lounged about living the fully-charged good life.
Update: we have a clear, hands down, undisputed champion. Whereas a good 1.5 hour session with the Roomba will produce a few ounces of the nasty stuff in its bin, in as much or less time the Dyson pulled up NINE massive canisters of stuff I’d really rather not think about. (Naturally, I took pictures.) The apartment is about 900 square feet, so figure one canister for each 10 x 10 patch.
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Did you get the Animal edition to battle cat hair or just the regular DC15?
Regular DC15 — seems to be working like a friggin charm! I’m on my 6th canister, estimating 10.
That is freakin’ AWESOME. Of course, now I’m scared to find out what I’ve been walking on all this time… *shudders*
I know SF (usually) doe snot get real hot (at least by Southern US standards) but do yo and V have centeral air and heat? If you change your air filters, then you really know how much dirt you live in. We have wood floors and still manage to dump a lot of dirt and have to change 90 day filters about once a month. Of course we have several cats that are in charge of shedding.