It has become the recent fad in my class to "fight spiders". I can almost here all of my Seattle hippie friends groan thinking, "What about animals' rights?"...well relax, its just a spider.
But recently my boys have gotten into this thing where they fight their spiders to the death, and it sounds all climatic and exciting, but really the kids just put the spiders into a container and watch them raise their legs and may take a quick bite at each other. Really its an anti-climatic event, but the boys love it, THE FIGHT OF THEIR LIVES!!!
Then I found out that one of the boys in my class was the one supplying the spiders. He would bring them to school in a container with little sections marked off for each individual spider. Then he would sell them for 5 pesos each (roughly .001 of a dollar, so basically he's making bank). So I'm walking around at recess and I'm like whatever, you can do it as long as I never see a spider in my class.
As I send my kids out packing there is always this one little guy who takes forever to pack up his stuff and I'm trying to hurry him along so I can be on my way and getting all my work done. As he leaves for his cubby outside our classroom I notice there is a little paperclip box on top of the cubbies that looks suspiciously like mine....so I pick it up to examine it and ask him, "Hey buddy, where did you get this little box, is this mine?"
As he is bent into his backpack, without even looking up, he casually says, "No that's my spider."
A short gasp and a moment of freak out and little spidy went flying down the flight of stairs right outside our classroom.
My little kiddo hears my gasp and looks up in surprise and with a pinch of panic in his voice he shouts, "MY SPIDER!!" and darts down the stairs yelling at people to watch out for his spider. As he's running after his prized fighter I'm yelling after him, "I'm sorry buddy! I'm so so sorry!"
No worries though the little guy was ok and my little 4th grader was all smiles. He now knows he can scare me with any of his fighting spiders.
Oh boy.
But recently my boys have gotten into this thing where they fight their spiders to the death, and it sounds all climatic and exciting, but really the kids just put the spiders into a container and watch them raise their legs and may take a quick bite at each other. Really its an anti-climatic event, but the boys love it, THE FIGHT OF THEIR LIVES!!!
Then I found out that one of the boys in my class was the one supplying the spiders. He would bring them to school in a container with little sections marked off for each individual spider. Then he would sell them for 5 pesos each (roughly .001 of a dollar, so basically he's making bank). So I'm walking around at recess and I'm like whatever, you can do it as long as I never see a spider in my class.
As I send my kids out packing there is always this one little guy who takes forever to pack up his stuff and I'm trying to hurry him along so I can be on my way and getting all my work done. As he leaves for his cubby outside our classroom I notice there is a little paperclip box on top of the cubbies that looks suspiciously like mine....so I pick it up to examine it and ask him, "Hey buddy, where did you get this little box, is this mine?"
As he is bent into his backpack, without even looking up, he casually says, "No that's my spider."
A short gasp and a moment of freak out and little spidy went flying down the flight of stairs right outside our classroom.
My little kiddo hears my gasp and looks up in surprise and with a pinch of panic in his voice he shouts, "MY SPIDER!!" and darts down the stairs yelling at people to watch out for his spider. As he's running after his prized fighter I'm yelling after him, "I'm sorry buddy! I'm so so sorry!"
No worries though the little guy was ok and my little 4th grader was all smiles. He now knows he can scare me with any of his fighting spiders.
Oh boy.
Now THAT is entertainment!!!
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