Today I asked Rhonda to clean the house floors while I worked out in the garden. When I returned inside, I could not find her anywhere. What I did discover was several pots of plants that were knocked over. The leaves of the swiss cheese plants had been beat up so that the isolated leaf holes now extended to the mauled leaf margins. Rather miffed, I found Rhonda hiding under our bed entrapped in electrical wires. So I extracted her, dusted her off, and took her to her corner so she could recharge her system and hopefully be a more trustworthy worker in the future. Oh . . did I forget to tell you Rhonda is our Rhumba?