It’s just horrifying.
We don’t have a pet, unless you count a 2.5 year old boy as a pet, but the cleaner would at any given time have to navigate 17 different colours of play-doh, moana’s shells, moana’s haircomb, a mechanical tiger cub, 4 billion flapjack crumbs, and so on. NO POINT. I will have a clean house again in about ten years. It’s fine.