Perhaps better suited as a late Halloween gift, but also for the always terrified nervous wreck of cousin who has a phobia for everything on the planet and beyond.

Watch as hilarity ensues, when screams and yells of utter terror and sheer panic sound from the christmas tree (or nearby couch) when s/he is done unwrapping and opens the book.

A short while later a sobbing pile of human shape can be found tucked away in some corner, ready to be collected by the garbagemennurses.
“Moar” fun can only be had with a live beehive and a cousin who’s mortaly allergic, but you rarely find one in the northern hemisphere this time of the year…