Why I suffer from Beep-Triggered Anxiety -- Bumpy the Vacuum Robot "I'm Stuck" A Documentary

I never considered myself a knight in shining armor, but as far as Bumpy the Vacuum Robot is concerned, I'm obviously the real deal. I save him like 90 times a day. I save him so much I came down with some kind of Bumpy beep-triggered anxiety disorder. I told Tom to reset the little bastard's schedule. He shall not be released when I am home alone with him. Tom has to be present to share in the life guard duties. 

To make my case rock-solid, I sent Tom photographic evidence documenting the many faces of my heroic derring-do. 

Here's Bumpy beeping his little "rescue me" heart out behind the TV. I had to crawl back there in the middle of conference call:

Wires are a problem.

Major wedgie under the kitchen counter. I considered smearing Bumpy with olive oil:

Bumpy is .0001 inches too tall.

Seriously Bumpy?! This is a little alarmist. It's only a carpet:

Bumpy really hates the chair from Ikea. He cannot go over it this direction:

...and he cannot go over it this direction either. It's a no-go from any angle:

Also: wires.

Interestingly, after I tapped out and Tom had to take over rescue patrol duties -- I haven't seen Bumpy around much lately. It's possible he's hibernating in his dock for the winter.