A childhood belief about hair

When I was little, my mom had a fall, kind of like a small wig or hair extentions, and she kept it in a drawer. I thought it was a mongoose and was completely terrified of it. I was a handful and my older sister watched me everyday while mom was at work. If I got too out of hand, my sister would threaten to get the mongoose out of the drawer. I would scream and cry and beg her not too. After the threat, I was always good as gold. It still freaks me out.