Bumps in the night
In the last days of school, we were sitting in a classroom, being meeted by our in service provider, when my principal’s eyes went saucer big and she leapt to her feet saying, “Rata.” Though I did not get to see the rata, I was informed that it was “huge” and that in English we call them “rats.” I’m not so good with things that belong in zoos being in the classroom. I moved to the front of the room and twitched for the rest of the meeting. Apparently, this amused people, because the science teachers told me about the times the snakes escaped (not sure I would mind that so much, seeing as they eat rats and all), and about the nests of rats above the elementary school. Multiple. Nests. Of. Rats. Rats are Mary’s thing, the thing that scares the living everything out of her, and she taught in the elementary school. She had always thought that the noises above her classroom were birds. In fact, that is what all the elementary teachers tell their students. Birds.
So on Friday, when I was up at the science teacher’s bar, and there was a large thud on the roof, and the two science teachers who regaled me with stories about free-range snakes told me they were mangoes....Well, let’s just say I’d almost prefer them to be birds....
Though apparently, if a mango hits you on the head, you get a free drink. I don’t think there are equal offers for the “birds.”
So on Friday, when I was up at the science teacher’s bar, and there was a large thud on the roof, and the two science teachers who regaled me with stories about free-range snakes told me they were mangoes....Well, let’s just say I’d almost prefer them to be birds....
Though apparently, if a mango hits you on the head, you get a free drink. I don’t think there are equal offers for the “birds.”