I admit it, I was once terrified of a stuffed gorilla. I can remember it even now. It was something like five feet tall and sat in some kind of store in Loveland, Colorado (the city, not the ski resort). I went in that store on multiple occasions and was afraid of the gorilla each time. I knew it was stuffed, I knew I didn’t need to be afraid, and yet I still was.
Of course, I was two.
Funny that I can still remember that.