2014: The Best & Worst This is the time of the year when writers coast. They dream up their totally subjective best and worse lists for the year that's rapidly coming to a close. Why? So they can focus on the important things...the holidays. So with that in mind:
My best moment as a monster cobbled together from various parts of stolen cadavers came in July when it was revealed that my inner Frankenstein was not only afraid of fire, but he was also fearful of snakes.
The Nature Day Camp kids at Ijams came to my rescue. Monster Monster Camp is designed to teach kids that everything in nature that might seem like a monster, truly isn't. As FDR said, "The only thing to fear is fear itself."
We went on a snake hunt and discovered that snakes are far more curious than fearful. Just odd little creatures, not monsters. Certainly they were nothing to make you run from the village screaming for the Bürgermeister.
My inner Frankenstein thanks you for not burning down his windmill. He also thanks Mary Shelley who created him.
For more on this turn of events click: Misunderstood!
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