I worked at a daycare once that was run out of a woman's home. Her husband was up in the attic one day making all kinds of noise and the kids decided there was a monster up there. There was one girl who was particularly...um...obstreperous. So the owner came up with idea to make her timeouts on the attic stairs. It worked, and at 18 I thought it was a brilliant plan. I'm really not sure how I feel about it now...