14. Tomato seeds dried (for the first time) and tucked away last fall for a science experiment sprout vigorously indoors with a little help from winter sunbeams streaming beneath a kitchen window.
Mom mentions the word transplant after listless voices cry out, "I'm bored," and restless bodies exerting resistance are shuffled out the door for some much needed fresh air.
15. The warmth of a lazy afternoon brings about one lone traveling pill bug that alters the unpleasant disposition of two curious humans, and makes one mother smile.
One little girl finds a (temporary) new friend.
Others are not so lucky.
Especially when formaldehyde fails to preserve a perch that one frustrated student pries open during another lab dissection. Even a sharp scalpel is useless on a stiff fish. Hours later, this same very frustrated student throws in the towel instead of examining brain lobes after her mother agrees that she needs to keep all her fingers for household chores.
16. The skin of a frog proves to be much softer than fish scales, as cutting continues on the "last lab dissection of the year.
Translation: Get ready for a celebration!
After participating in this fourth and final dissection, two things have become very clear to me: one; frogs begin to look a lot like humans when they're stretched out flat on a dissection mat, and two; I AM SO DONE.
1 comment:
LOL! I.do.not.think.i.will.ever.dissect.
I played sick for the cow eye in jr. high.
We did see one memorable road kill today though, obviously hit dead on (no pun) by a semi. Otherwise, it's enough to catch a glimpse of the rest of them as we pass by. At 50-60 mph, preferably.
Post a Comment