I read a lot of blogs. It's my second favorite hobby. Quilting is my first but it's not nearly as voyeuristic as reading about other peoples' lives. In fact, some days I spend much more time as a peeping tom than as a quilter.
Today I was reading Ree Drummond's blog and she had a post about Herman. Her Herman is a friendly black snake who ingratiates himself by eating rodents around their ranch. It stirred a memory about Herman from my childhood. My Herman wasn't nearly as helpful or friendly. Herman was a pair of disembodied, dessicated chicken feet, held together by a string.
Herman would show up in unexpected places and scare the bejeebers out of us. I can't really remember how Herman came to live at our house but I do know that my younger brother took to him immediately. Younger brothers live to scare the bejeebers out of their older sisters.
Sometimes I'd open the medicine cabinet and Herman would be patiently waiting for me. Sometimes I'd slide my hand under my pillow and disturb Herman from a nap. I still get the shivers when I remember touching those scaly things.
Do you have a "Herman" from your childhood? Is there anything that still gives you "the shivers?"