The count from room 136 at MMS is now at 2. Two Dead Mice. Dead. Squished, to be precise. YUCK. I quietly & oh-so-slowly enter my room and peek into the corner (behind my desk on the counter) hoping not to see gross dead mouse. So far, all I've witnessed is a flipped over (thankfully toward the window) mouse trap. UGH.
But, did you know, they RECYCLE mouse traps. Really. They unlatch the thing & take the dead mouse out & then USE the thing AGAIN {hence the term, recycle}. That is so more gross. So I have a USED mouse trap in my classroom. YUCK.
Funny kid story: Another class wrote me apology letters because they were loud when we were sharing a room taking a test. One boy wrote, "I know it was wrong, but I'm only 12 and talking is something that is hard to control." I don't even know this boy, but he is my favorite. I could easily write, "I'm only 44 and talking is something that is hard to control." <3 it!
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