Getting a Roomba for the Holidays? Learn From This Family's Poopocalypse

My Facebook feed is a battleground right now, overtaken with competing post-election analyses of what happened, why it happened, what's happening next, and what should happen next. Which is why, when a friend liked this unassuming little anecdote about a late night run-in with a Roomba and some poop, I clicked over for a little respite. Fifteen minutes I was still laughing.