Awhile back, my son was studying spiders in class. I mean, arachnids. The teacher requested that students bring in spiders from home (or yard) for the class to study. Always eager to help a teacher out, we hunted around the wood pile–and whaddya know–we found two spiders. We scooped them up into the glass jar and screwed on the lid. Extra tight.
And I dropped that boy off at school. Here’s your lunch! Here’s your jar of spiders!
Seven hours later at the bus stop, off stepped my son. No jar in hand. Whew! I mean, who wanted two agitated spiders who had spent the day being examined by 24 students?
Then. Came. The. Call. From the office. “Hi, we have a jar here for you. You need to come by to pick it up.”
Apparently, you are not allowed to bring mysterious jars containing live creatures aboard the bus.
Yeah. I don’t really need that jar back. Yeah, the spiders either. Keep them.
Anything for science.