Taryn developed a new fear when we bought a new vaccum cleaner.  She was fine with the old one, she drag out her toy one and go to town cleaning with me.  Not anymore, total and complete fear.  If you even say the "V" word, she darts for the couch in complete fear and won’t get off until you put the "nu-nu" away.  Total and complete irrational fear.  Yesterday Ty tracked mud through the house and I happened to have the camera out when he brought out the nu-nu.  Can you see the uncertainty in her eyes?