I need this sign posted in every room in my house (Quite possibly, I need it tattooed across my abdomen). Without this reminder, you'll almost always find me with two hands full of kibble ready to hand-feed the long line of fears which have lined up, ready to devour me.
They can sense a sucker and they know that I don't have the nerve to send them away. No, I'll give them dinner and pull up a cushion for them in front of the fire. Come here Hypochondria, let me rub your tummy. And you Natural Disaster, I brought you a nice glass of cold water. I guess they stick around because I make them welcome, but some day soon the party will end and they'll be out in the cold. Then we'll see who's scared.
How about you? Do you feed your fears?