Unbelievable. I have been so impressed with my bee steamer, that we bought at the pne. Yesterday I was an eager beaver, and did tons of floor. Anyway, my last room to do, it's late. Like 9pm. My DH comes up and I am telling him how happy I am that we bought it, and take him into the bathroom, to show him the floor. So he walks in, barefoot, and heads straight towards the tub at the far end of the bathroom. Leaving behind him like 10 filthy dirty disgusting footprints. I couldn't even believe it. And then again I could, because isn't that how it feels most the time? You clean...and it's like they are walking behind you throwing handfuls of dirt. If my steamer wasn't still such a novelty, I would have made him re do it, but no, I did :)