Thursday I drove our rat terrier Picasso (named by Dear Daughter because of his asymetrical coloring) and Dear Younger Son to the middle school in order to clean out his locker.
While there, he discovered several "lost" worksheets from last semester, as well as something slimy, brownish green, and indistinguishable that was residing in a zip lock sandwich bag. Thankfully that seal held, because the stench was liable to be lethal if the bag had come open. It was revolting to look at. Even the dog turned away from it. That's saying a lot.
After DYS carefully disposed of this alarming find we took Picasso to meet one of his favorite teachers. While there, DYS mentioned the pre-historic sandwich, treat, who-knows-what, and his teacher got ALL excited!!
"Oh My God!! Do you still have it?!"
We paused, wondering if she was kidding and just why anybody would get so thrilled over something that repulsive. "Oh! Mrs. Toadstool, the Science teacher, would go nuts over it!! She absolutely LOVES mold! One time I left an orange here over vacation and it turned into a giant green puff ball. I gave it to her and you'd think it was the most wonderful gift ever to see her face! See if you can dig it out of that trash can and leave it for her!!"
Again, we paused. Could she be serious? Evidently, one person's revolting, slimy stink bomb really can be another person's delight. God knows what kinds of mold are in that bag. I shudder to think of it. But a middle school science teacher strolled into her classroom to discover our gift, complete with explanatory note. We were assured that she would jump and down, squealing with delight. Let's hope so...
Now I have to wonder: What will her husband get her for Valentine's Day?
