Your head's too big, it's taking up too much room
Oh dear god I need hard liquor now...
I just listened to a wailing first grader for the last twenty minutes regaling his sad news of how no one is nice to him and he didn't get enough sleep last night and his mom never lets him stay up late and it's not faaaaaaaaiiiiiiir. My right ear is actually ringing due to the pitch of his tears and wails.
I went to visit Kristin in her new apartment and it was great to catch up. However, it also notably felt like living in New Jersey, and coming to visit your friends in Manhattan. *panics* Guys... when did I get lame?! Is it the teacher thing? Oh god, it's the teacher thing, isn't it?
Um... I have hermit crabs in my room now, too.
Lastly...
This just in:
Kids Watch On In Terrified Disbelief As Science Teacher Feeds Snake Live Mice
"WHOA!" cried kids in the lower school GHA science room this morning as "Tesla", a three foot ball python, struck and squeezed the life out of a large brown mouse. Children fell back from the cage in horror, then turned wary eyes to the science teacher siphoning water from an aquarium behind them.
"I can't see! I can't see!" whined a small kindergarten girl. Thankfully, the third grade boys had pushed her out of the way saving one child from an assured lifetime of trauma and expensive therapy.
Other students stepped away from the cage, exclaiming, "MOUSE KILLER!", and pointed accusing fingers at the science teacher.
"Hey," said the science teacher, "I didn't eat them."
The science teacher issued a written statement, claiming that feeding a snake live mice is good for the snake, and helps keep down pest and disease populations. "They [the kids] know what's coming when I say I have mice. It's not like they haven't watched Animal Planet."
Meanwhile, the snake is stalking the other mouse who has buried itself underneath the sawdust bedding.
The surviving mouse was unavailable for comment.
I just listened to a wailing first grader for the last twenty minutes regaling his sad news of how no one is nice to him and he didn't get enough sleep last night and his mom never lets him stay up late and it's not faaaaaaaaiiiiiiir. My right ear is actually ringing due to the pitch of his tears and wails.
I went to visit Kristin in her new apartment and it was great to catch up. However, it also notably felt like living in New Jersey, and coming to visit your friends in Manhattan. *panics* Guys... when did I get lame?! Is it the teacher thing? Oh god, it's the teacher thing, isn't it?
Um... I have hermit crabs in my room now, too.
Lastly...
This just in:
Kids Watch On In Terrified Disbelief As Science Teacher Feeds Snake Live Mice
"WHOA!" cried kids in the lower school GHA science room this morning as "Tesla", a three foot ball python, struck and squeezed the life out of a large brown mouse. Children fell back from the cage in horror, then turned wary eyes to the science teacher siphoning water from an aquarium behind them.
"I can't see! I can't see!" whined a small kindergarten girl. Thankfully, the third grade boys had pushed her out of the way saving one child from an assured lifetime of trauma and expensive therapy.
Other students stepped away from the cage, exclaiming, "MOUSE KILLER!", and pointed accusing fingers at the science teacher.
"Hey," said the science teacher, "I didn't eat them."
The science teacher issued a written statement, claiming that feeding a snake live mice is good for the snake, and helps keep down pest and disease populations. "They [the kids] know what's coming when I say I have mice. It's not like they haven't watched Animal Planet."
Meanwhile, the snake is stalking the other mouse who has buried itself underneath the sawdust bedding.
The surviving mouse was unavailable for comment.