Like most kids I grew up with an irrational fear of the basement, but I'm also pretty sure Jere had a big part to play in that fear. When we were little Dad and the boys were redoing the basement, turning the play room into a new bedroom. Well the basement stairwell had two light switches and if you turned the switch on or off on one end it wouldn't turn on on the other end until the swtich was flipped back down on the other end. Well Jere LOVED to set it up so I would have to go downstairs in the dark to try and turn on the light switch. It never failed, I would go to turn on the light and he would reach thru a hole in the wall, grab my hand and yell! It would scare me to death every time, you'd think I would eventually catch on but nope I never did. I would go screaming up the stairs "MOM!!!! He's picking on me again!!" At the time I would be so mad at him but now its kind of funny that every time I go in my basement I think of him and the dog poop monster. I won't lie, sometimes I still freak myself out and run up those last few steps. Miss you big brother......