Bigfoot Is Gonna Get You!

Reading Morgen's review of Sylvia Browne's book over at Creative Truth made me chuckle for more reason than one. In it he reveals his irrational fear of Bigfoot. My brother also has an irrational fear of Bigfoot. I remember as a child he would freak out whenever previews for that horrid movie Harry and the Hendersons would play. He would also obsessively collect and watch anything Bigfoot related which would also play into his fears.
That was how I got my revenge.
My brother is 7 years older and a hell of a lot bigger than I am. He is also smarter so it was pretty damn difficult to get him. When he was in high school my parents converted our drive in garage into a little apartment for him with a glass door windows at ground level (the basement was at the back of the house which was on a hill so you drove down the driveway and basically parked under the dining room). That was also about the time when I aquired a set of Bigfoot slippers and Bigfoot gloves that were super hairy.
You can see where this was going. . .and it was all done with the blessing of my parents. . .
Let me tell you what. . .when I knocked on that door with the creepy bigfoot hands and walked the hairy Bigfoot boot into view he screamed like a little girl. It was a beautiful thing. Of course this came back to kick me in the butt years later.
One summer my brother and I stayed up late night downloading Bigfoot screams off of the Internet. Of course this coincided with me having to drive to New Jersey, at night, alone, at one in the morning. Yeah, I was pretty much the only car on the road for a long stretch of I-76 and all I could obsess over was what I would do if Bigfoot jumped in front of my car. I got so freaked out I had to wait until dawn before I could pull over to use the restroom just in case Bigfoot was hanging out at the Pennsylvnia turnpike rest areas.

So yes Morgen. . .I do understand the irrational fear of Bigfoot.