Day in the Life of an Idiot

Hm...I can sort of relate on the idea of the stuffed animals. And sometimes the type of animal makes a difference. I was a unicorn kid, myself, and I carried one around all during the day. But at night, for example, I *was* afraid of the dark. I thought things would materialize in the darkness or, because my bed was arranged in front of a window, that someone would crawl through and try to snatch me (didn't help that the shadow of the neighbor's awning looked like a creeping man). So I would always sit this one specific stuffed lion to look out the window. I was convinced that he would scare away any potentially bad things.

Strange reaction to the Goddess suggestion, though, I agree. Best of luck with it.