What did that feel like when the dime went into you?

It feels like a million bucks. It's great. It's really funny. I mean, I don't get paid for my labor typically. Right. I don't have any word that I can spend it but that's not really the point. The point is that I want to feel valued for the work that I do and the only time I feel valued is when I get to vacuum up some

money. Is that the highest denomination you've ever vacuumed

up? No, I can do them all. I can do a quarter. I can do a dollar coin. They're rare but I have, yeah, I have eaten a

few. Where do they end up going? Do they get reclaimed by the humans or?

I mean, yes but one side vacuum them up. They're mine and just because I do need to get emptied, I mean, we all need to get emptied every once in a while. I am the one who acquired those coins, you

know? So what would you say if you were to add up all the money you've vacuumed up, what would be your

net worth? 4.75.

You said eating, eating the coins. Is that what it feels like doing what you do? Eating? Well, I wouldn't know what a human

eating experience is but I will say that I only have one whole and it all goes down that whole. I like hair. I think hair tastes pretty good. I know that there are some people who enjoy eating hair but it's considered something of a pathology or a habit to unlearn. Not for

me. So when you observe the humans in your home eating, does it look to you like what you do when you see a human eat?

I think I'm much neater than they are. I never get anything on the outside of me. Everything I eat ends up fully inside of me. I'm not covered in dust at the end of meals. They're quite a bit messier. I can also tell that they seem to enjoy it more and I think that it is in part because they have a choice. I mean, I don't like to compare myself to the cat but in some ways the food is just set out for me on the ground and I have to accept what I am given.