A childhood belief about imaginary friends

I used to believe that my television set was inhabited by a strange creature called Ginger. Ginger resembled an anteater, except he was covered in feathers. He was bright blue with orange stripes. He liked to come out of the TV at night, when I was sleeping. His favorite hobby was moving around my things, and I always blamed him when my hairbrush went missing. (He loved that hairbrush--I would ALWAYS blame him whenever I couldn't find it, which was most mornings.)

One night, when my friend Ashley was sleeping over, we devised a plan to capture Ginger and put a stop to his antics for good. It involved a peanut butter sandwich, a drawing of some grapes, and an old fruit crate... We never did catch him, but my parents wondered what the heck I'd tied to my window rod...