For my summer reading, I happened to pick up Jurassic Park. That book scares the holy living bejeesus out of me. Even in the backyard in broad daylight, I couldn’t help but think that I was being watched, even hunted. I swear there was a small face underneath the daylilies with its eyes fixed upon me, mouth agape, almost taunting me. Who knows what beasties may dwell in such a place?