When i was little my Dad gave me a book called, The Ankle Grabber by Rose Impey. It is quite possibly the reason that at the impending age of 21, i am still incredibly aware of what may be lurking underneath my bed, readying itself to 'ankle grab' me' and gobble me up. ('gobble's such an appropriate word for referring to bed monsters).
The above photo is probably the best depiction of the absolute terror i have of what is below my mattress.
Perhaps it's a 'misunderstood' beastie, with big eyes, blunt claws and a gummy mouth?
I can but hope.
Okay Wheezy, that's just creepy.
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