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There are some things that I remember from my childhood that don't make any sense. When I was about five, something caught my eye about the bathroom electrical socket. I thought I saw an plug on a chord whip out of it and then go back in to its hiding place. I put my finger in it and got a nasty shock that I don't remember but must have happened. When my mom came in to see what I was crying about, I told her I thought I saw Snuffalofigus in the socket. I knew that didn't make sense because that wasn't what it had looked like, but I felt very betrayed by that light socket Snuffalofigus.