No, it's not cute. This has been instantly stored in my air-sealed bank of nightmares. Seriously I now have a clear vision, a premonition even, of seeing this thing creeping up through the garden towards my window. I'd be in the kitchen cleaning something in the sink when I'd peer outside, whisper "what the..." right as the legs come smashing through the glass and into my face. "RUUUN!," you'd all shout while watching the dramatic re-enactment on To Catch A Robot Predator, just as seventeen of them ambush the studio and decimate the audience. Everyone loves a happy ending.