This post by Jennifer Flaten
Last night I stepped into the garage to throw something away, and heard the sound of my husband’s car pulling in the driveway. I had two options, step outside and greet him or lurk inside by the door and pop out and scare him when he opened the door. I choose to scare him.
Now, I don’t do this kind of stuff often. I am not a prankster, despite or possibly, because I grew up with a mother who put a rubber rat in my bed, at the foot under the covers, where I would be sure to touch it with my bare foot in the middle of the night. I now sleep with socks on and always pull all of my covers off the bed before I get in at night.
Several of my mother’s other successful pranks included hanging a “ghost” right inside the front door so it would drop down and startle me as I walked in the door and telling me, as a wee child, that the brown rug in the bathroom was made from dog fur. I believed her. In my defense, I was five. To this day, she still asks me if I have a dog fur rug in the bathroom.
So, no I don’t like pranks, but trying to scare someone really isn’t a prank-unless you do it ala the Scream franchise and then, perhaps you’ve gone too far.
I stood there bouncing up and down with anticipation/glee as I waited for my husband to open the door. He opened the door. I said boo. He recoiled. I practically fell down laughing. He called a not very nice name-which only made me cackle more.
My kids are always trying to sneak up on each other or me. They all react exactly as I did when they manage to scare someone. Why? What is so great about startling someone? And, why is that moment(s) before you spring the trap on your victim so awesome?