You all remember the Great Apple the Hamster Switcheroo I mentioned last week, right? It all went down at the home of the resident kindergarten rabble-rouser, a sweet yet entirely Tasmanian Devil-esque bundle of unrestrained kid energy. Let’s call him Harold, just because.
If you asked me in December who would win the “Most Likely to Accidentally Lose or Otherwise Injure a Small Animal” award I would have picked Harold. He just has that “Ohwowlookabugcoolcheckitout*SQUISH*ohwhoopshahah” sort of vibe going on. This is also the child who, when making a Thanksgiving cornucopia collage of favorite holiday foods, cut out pictures of multiple domestic beers to fill his horn of plenty. (The teacher loved that one.)
So to review:
1. Poor track record with small creatures.
2. Regularly draws pictures of Tyrannosaurs messily devouring people.
3. Parent attended recent Sea World trip. (see yesterday’s post)
With this in mind, imagine my response this morning to seeing Harold running towards the school through the parking lot as if he were Joe Namath, dodging cars and buses while his father chased behind, holding under his arms a small, fluffy football.
It looked just like this.
“Oh, hey, Harold,” I said nervously while he grinned at me. I asked hopefully, “Are you house-sitting that puppy for someone?”
“NO!” he said gleefully. “This is MY NEW PUPPY!” Holding the little dear up like Rafiki anointing Simba in the Lion King, the kindergartners kindly obliged in paying homage.
Not much I can do, other than watch, talk, and pray.
I did talk to the teacher about having a “Pet Appreciation Week” where I talk about the importance of taking good care of your pets and how to handle and approach various animals, and she was receptive.
I had planned on doing that anyway, but recent events have made it a little more urgent, I think. Hoo boy.