As some of you may already well know, I am not afraid of climbing 50' ladders, catching spiders, or holding snakes. What freaks me out is clowns. I have a very mild form of coulrophobia that doesn't really cause me any problems outside of all my skin trying to crawl off my body. That, and I scare my boyfriend by screaming everytime I see a giant clown billboard (there's one up north on 99, and one lurking around Fremont). Anyway, I was doing a training last week and one of my "students" asked me point blank, "Were you ever a clown?" I was horrified . I have always been afraid of clowns. Some times that fear extends to all mimes (even ones without face paint), giant stuffed animals, and weird things like cowboy santas (one attacked me with a platic knife once). Whenever I see someone climbing an imaginary rope, it just freaks me out. A few month's ago, I met Saru's grandfather. He put his arm around me and said, "You know, I'm
