My adventures with robotic vacuums aren’t many — my first was a no-name straight from China that wasn’t by any means smart. My kids named him Herbie (not sure why) and we would summon him by pressing the lone top button and he’d spin and swirl around the house in no specific pattern, doing a decent job of clean up rogue Cheerios and cat hair. Don’t get me wrong, I thought Herbie was awesome, especially since I no  [Read More…]