Jack-in-the-Boxes always make me jump. Doesn’t matter if I know when they’re going to pop. Doesn’t matter if I’m totally, 100% focused on being prepared for the shock, I will always jump. Clowns, jesters, even the ones with the cute little teddy bears. No matter. I dread the music-box jingles, as the handle is slowly turned..

It will likely be the death of me.