Anyone that has been a small child knows that occasionally some irrational fears surface.
I myself had a serious issue with killer bees. No one bothered to explain to my 6 year old self that these bees weren't little ninja bees that would come and throw little bee-sized ninja stars through your window until they could break through and attack you.
Hanli decided about six months ago she was afraid of squirrels. Like, hysterically body shake inducing afraid. No amount of reasoning convinced her otherwise.
She was afraid of their claws at first, so I told her they had nice little squirrel hands. Her fears soon gave way to crying about squirrels tickle hands.
Mostly this was contained as an outside fear. As long as someone was outside with her, she felt safe from these psycho tickler squirrels.
A few months after the height of the squirrel mania, she was in her room playing and suddenly starts screaming about how there are squirrels in her bed.
I tell her to hush. She's fine, the squirrels won't hurt her, they can't get in the house, yada yada.
She starts crying louder.
The little boys that are over start going on and on about how there are squirrels in her bed.
I'm getting really frustrated now. I tell them they HAVE to quit. I've had enough, squirrels can't get in the house and if they did they wouldn't be sitting in her bed.
Boy was I wrong.
Apparently the westie, Auggie, has been reading the Godfather while we've been out of the house. Seeing as how he's slightly small in stature, he had to settle for a squirrel instead of a horse to get his message across that he's the boss of the house.
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