Love the story, Kitty. And...I cannot imagine having a pet beetle in my classroom. That's...just...ew. Ew. *shudder*
I don't do class pets anymore. Not after I killed the hamster...
But your story reminded me of the first grader I had, who tried to sneak ice from our science experiment. Stuffed it in his pocket... Fortunately, someone ratted him out before it melted completely. I asked him what he thought would happen to the ice by recess, and one of the prissy girls shouted out, It'll melt and it'll look like he wet his pants!
I figured that was punishment enough for the poor kid...
I don't do class pets anymore. Not after I killed the hamster...
But your story reminded me of the first grader I had, who tried to sneak ice from our science experiment. Stuffed it in his pocket... Fortunately, someone ratted him out before it melted completely. I asked him what he thought would happen to the ice by recess, and one of the prissy girls shouted out, It'll melt and it'll look like he wet his pants!
I figured that was punishment enough for the poor kid...
Clammy. I like animals, but something about little wild critters scuttling around in little plastic boxes kinda yucks me out. The classroom of the tiny beetle-thief also has a fighting fish (or whatever you call it), and a hamster that has already escaped once this year. The fourth grade class has a russian tortoise named Chewbacca who is a very charming fellow, if a bit dusty. He has a huge terrarium, and also a raised-bed desert garden the kids made him outside. And he owns his own Wookiee action figure 


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That's HILARIOUS.