On the third night, I woke up to find the bagel again. But this time, there were three rats. And they weren't fighting Goose.
I crept down the hallway, phone flashlight at the ready. When I flicked on the kitchen light, I saw it. ratty bot
This was my introduction to the phenomenon the internet has since dubbed the . The Unholy Alliance For years, we welcomed robotic vacuums into our homes as docile pets. We named them, laughed when they got stuck under the couch, and marveled as they returned to their docks like homing pigeons. We never asked what they did in the dark. On the third night, I woke up to find the bagel again
The smart home revolution is over. We lost. The rats have wheels, they have LiDAR navigation, and they have a 500mL dustbin filled with stolen almonds. My advice? Unplug your bot. Put it in the garage. And for the love of God, don’t feed it after midnight. I crept down the hallway, phone flashlight at the ready