Last night, I was tagged in one of those “five fun facts about me” things that’s been going around Instagram. Now, I like to think outside the box when it comes to those things. I feel boring when I say “I love birthday cake flavored anything”, or “I have a rare phobia of eyes” (both of which are true by the way), so I try to think of more interesting things to share. Last night I remembered how, for most of my childhood, I believed I had somehow brought a demon dog from a nightmare I had into existence, and that it was living in my basement. It’s actually a pretty interesting story. I was either seven or eight when I had the dream. My biggest fear at the time was a character I’d seen on TV while my cousin was visiting. (The same cousin whose viewing of Reading Rainbow made me believe you had to go through a mummification process to become an adult , actually.) His name was Gooey Gus, the Slime Monster, and, at the time, I’d never been more scared of anything in my life. ...