Stuffed monkeys and dolls.
You know how when someone moves in with you, there will be one thing- just ONE LITTLE THING- that you have to ask the other person not to do, or to change?

I've had two women live with me since my divorce.

The first one collected dolls, mostly Barbies. While Barbie is a bit on the scary side, I could tolerate her- but there was one doll that she had that scared the living hell out of me. It had eyes that looked to one side, eyebrows that seemed to denote a certain malice that the smile couldn't offset, and- *shudder*- teeth. Apparently it was very rare and came from Germany just after WWII, so it was very valuable and was a prized possession- but I've read enough Stephen King to know better. Into storage it went.

Sometime after she moved out with all her dolls, the Lunatic Artist moved in. All was fine, except for the One Thing: she collects stuffed monkeys.

I don't know why, but apes in general creep me out. Maybe it's how quasi-human they are. I really don't know. but the stuffed monkeys stared at me every time I came into the living room, so she was kind enough to put them into storage.

I fear that my attic is going to become the Home For Frightening Things.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 10 Apr 2008, 15:43, Reply)