OK. Take a deep breath and relax. Mom just brought home a new iRobot, a vacuum cleaner with a computerized brain. This morning, she walked over to the little round, yellow thing, pressed a button on its back and, gaaa!!! It took off around the upstairs rooms, bandoliers roaring like some kind of above level ground, futuristic ogre. I quickly took refuge on the bed; Daisy followed it around intently as it sucked up the dust bunnies, and Ivan (pictured) launched a full-out C&C attack on the bugger. As if I didn’t hate the Dyson enough. Now, this. Damage assessment: Code Red.