I always believed the little people lived into my wardrobe as a child. I was going there and suddenly opening the door but I'd never catch them. I was doubting but I'm certain that in a parallel universe they're still hanging out there, the little people, in my childhood's wardrobe 😌
My grandma told me weird stories of creatures in the forest, a bit like W. T. Cox' "Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods". For example, the "axe man": a man with an axe in his right hand, and his own head under his left arm. 😬
I have a superstition that I should look both ways when crossing a street—even if it's a one-way street, and even if the "walk sign" is telling me it's OK to talk. I still have a compulsion to look both ways!!
@SwampFlower Canned peaches (idk how they're called in English - those with syrup in case there's different kinds) are a drug, but not on pizza ffs 🙇🏻♂
@SwampFlower We grow a lot also here, but our culinary fascio-reactionism isn't triggered by canning 'em; at least nowhere as much as putting them on pizza/pasta