Finding the culprit
I feel like I’m slipping into an episode of CSI Miami right now. I’m a plucky young forensic investigator brought in to uncover the perpetrator of this terrible crime. It was the Roomba, in the hallway, with the piece of white chalk.
I feel as if this Roomba is possibly a frustrated artist, left to wander the house trying to leave beauty behind. I’d be tempted to leave the small piece of chalk under the Roomba and enjoy the surprise of new artworks every morning.