It wasn’t the dark. It wasn’t monsters under the bed. It wasn’t even the vacuum, though that got a good scream or two. The first thing my daughter was terrified of was flies. Or as she named them, with complete toddler confidence: “shoo flies.” She thought that was their actual name. Not a command. Not a phrase. Just… the name of the tiny buzzing villains that had suddenly taken over her imagination. And oh, how they scared her. Not just during the day, when she’d flinch and cry if one dared to come near her snack. But at night. Every…