I grew up with three sisters, one older and two younger. Until I was thirteen, we lived with our parents in a three bedroom house. This meant that the girls shared a crowded room with each other and I had my own room, mostly.
The thing was, my mom decided that with this inequitable division of bedroom real estate, my younger sisters' toys should be kept in my room on a set of nearly wall-to-wall shelves.
What I thought was going to be cool, turned to be a coodie infested nightmare filled with Barbies and Cabbage Patch Dolls. I had to come up with a way to keep those yucky girls out of my room despite the strong allure of toys calling out to be played with.
Fortunately, there lived in the corner of my room a large wolf spider. Mom could either not reach it or could not see it, and I did not care.
It was simple really. I just pointed out the spider and told my impressionable little sisters that I had gotten the spider to obey me by feeding it my own blood and that I had trained that spider to attack anyone that came into the room without the secret sign.
Wow, it is amazing how easy it was to convince them; they lived in fear of that spider for years, and to this day, it is hard to convince them that I had made the whole thing up.
Moral of the story? Younger siblings will believe almost anything, and it pays to not be too fastidious with the corners.
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