I mentioned somewhen at the beginning of this Blogathon, eons and eons ago, that I jumped out of my skin when I saw a snake.

That’s one of the few things that scares me. I didn’t jump when a scary moment happened in LOST. I don’t tend to be bothered by horror films, and ghost trains just don’t do it for me.

However, when I come home from work and expect you to shout hello and you don’t, and then I walk cautiously into the room, worried about what I might find, and you’re waiting behind the door ready to jump out on me and say boo? Then I jump.

And can you blame me?