Because I truly love my job.
But some days are different and I think, "They don't pay me enough to do this!" And today was one of those days. Because today I introduced the crayfish.
The creepy, bottom-dwelling, scary crayfish.
They are the stuff that nightmares are made of. Supposedly they will teach the children about the life cycle and biology. Whatever. I'm petrified of them. I can't get past their beady little eyes and their floppy antennae and those claws that threaten to pinch you in their attack position.
Luckily, one of my students had a pet crayfish because a few years back her older brother won the "Crayfish Lottery"
If the kids bring in a signed permission slip and a tupperware container to bring it home in, they are entered into the crayfish lottery and they have the chance to take home a bottom-feeder of their very own.
Anyhow, she was kind enough to pick them up and put them into their clear, observation containers for me. With great excitement, the kids gathered round their assigned containers and made scientific observations.
I bravely assisted one group in lifting their container so that they could observe the bottom of the critter and determine if it had boy parts or girl parts (as if the experience wasn't fun enough already).
And that's when it lunged at me. It's pincers were opening and closing like the jaws of a rabid Pit Bull. I swear I saw it breathe fire. It tried to eat me.
Last week in Social Studies we talked about the Revolutionary War and learned about "The Shot Heard Round the World."
Today in science they got to hear "The Scream Heard Round the School."
It was a blood-curdling, top-of-my-lungs, horror movie quality scream.
I'm quite certain that several children peed their pants while others clutched their stomaches and rolled on the floor in hysterical laughter.
I really think there should be a stipend in our contract based on the live animals you must encounter at your grade level.
What types of living creatures have you had the pleasure of experiencing in your classrooms?