IF she hadn't put a legit vintage fox fur stole (head attached) at the top of the first box I opened, so when I lifted the lid the first things I saw were two beady eyes. Let me tell you, there's nothing quite like wondering what you've done that's so bad Santa would bring you roadkill for Christmas.
I'm still a little scarred, but after all the stuff of nightmares had been permanently removed, the dress-up box eventually became the stuff of legend (and lots of embarrassing pictures). And I got over my fear of fur. Though I still prefer it headless. And, you know, fake.