Lighting the pilot light in the wall heater is always a challenge. It usually takes me 2-3 days because I can't ever remember where exactly the pilot part of the wall heater is and I end up putting fire in place that are not going to help me light the pilot light.
And so, this is what happened last week, when on a cold day I tried to light the wall heater. I ended up laying on the ground for about 30 minutes moving fire around trying to somehow light the pilot light. It didn't work. What it did do is produce some kind of hysterical fear in Earl who now has to pull up all of his inner warrior strength to even look down the hallway.
I didn't notice at first that Early was terrified of the hall. But the next morning when I got up and he still hadn't left the bathroom I got a clue. I ended up grabbing him the collar and dragging him down the hallway. He might have stayed in there for the rest of his life. He stayed in the living room for 3 days, crying pathetically when the rest of us were in the back rooms. Then, Earl made a break for it last week and scrambled down the hallway. Now, it takes him several minutes of courage gathering, some whining, some cajoling on my part and he will make a bolt for the backroom.
I can't figure out what it was that terrified him. The rest of us walk by the wall heater at least twenty times a day without any mishaps. He's gone by it a bazillion times, but for whatever reason, he has decided that it is the most horrific thing in the world and should only be braved once or twice a week. I thought he'd forget about it and return to normal, but he has shown no sign that he's willing to let his guard down and let the wall heater get the best of him. Poor Earl.
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