There’s something almost poetic about spring: the return of sunlight, the scent of fresh grass, the hum of new life pushing up through the dirt. But if you grew up on Goosebumps books, like I did, you know better than to trust a blooming garden—or a dad who suddenly seems way too interested in plants. This April, while the rest of the world is celebrating spring, I decided to crack open Stay Out of the Basement by R.L. Stine—a book that turns springtime growth into something
