Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for March 26, 2015

When I was a kid, just a blanket over my head did the trick. I had to come out for air though. (and be sure the closet door was closed)

All of my childhood monsters are still around.None of them lived in my room.There was nothing to eat there.

Never worried about under the bed but that closet, man, if it wasn’t closed, I had an issue. Of course, crossing that dark room to close the door was major stress.

My guess is a squirrel. Or a mouse.

Get a waterbed. There’s so much stuff under my bed needed to hold it up that if a monster can fit under there he’s small enough that I can take him.

SOLUTION: Cut off the bed legs. Or hang a picture of Hillary.

When I used to deliver furniture, back in the day, I would warn the kids that if they didn’t behave, I would install an EXTRA set of Mattress Monsters!

Oh for crying out loud…

No monsters under the bed. Teenage girls sleepover party. The hostess’s parents owned a funeral home. Living quarters are upstairs. Caskets and all were downstairs. we barricaded every doorway leading to the downstairs. Booby-trapped the main stairs. Caught the older sister coming home late from a date.

Funeral home stayed in the family. I used them when mom passed away a couple of years ago.