Oh my goodness. One of my boys thought he'd show me an exciting find of his. After helping a student with her morning analogy, I return to my desk and find sitting there in a clear container a dead snake! Not an apple, or an orange, or a flower, or a drawing like I normally find. A snake...DEAD! I let out a shriek, jumped two steps back, and the culprit ran up to me: "I found him in my backyard. I was going to shoot him with my airsoft gun, but he choked and died." Choked? Anyway, he starts to take it out of the container to show the class, dangling this dead snake between his fingers. He was so sincere. I quickly put the lid on him, smiled graciously, and very calmly told him to put it in his backpack and keep it home. "Yes, ma'am, but can I at least keep him on my desk for the morning?" The obvious answer is no. At lunchtime: "Mrs. McKanna, can I look at my snake while we eat?" At playtime: "Mrs. McKanna, since we're outside, can I bring my snake out with me?" He does realize it's dead, right?! All. Boy. Aye yai yai.
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