Fridays are typically the day I go through the kids’ backpacks and remove all the papers for the week. So when Chris brought his home today, I thought nothing of diving right in and pulling everything out.
Now, let me preface this by saying I’ve pulled some weird things out of my kids’ backpacks. Wads of chewed gum. Bits of macaroni noodles which came detached from art projects. Rubber snakes earned as prizes for good classroom behavior. I thought nothing could startle me. I was wrong.
As I pulled out the papers, it looked like Chris had made an interesting art project. The paper was folded in such a way that I couldn’t see the title. It looked like this.
Then just as I was asking Chris what he’d created, the paper unfolded and it was clear what I was holding.
I dropped the paper and screeched. “Mouse bones? Are these really mouse bones?”
“Yeah, Mom. We dug them out of pellets of dried owl puke.”
“Owl puke?” I ran into the bathroom to wash my hands. “I was touching owl puke AND mouse bones?”
Chris affirmed that this was indeed what was now on my flesh. Washing my hands might not be enough. I might have to sterilize them in boiling water.
Next time I’m putting on rubber gloves before I venture anywhere near the boys’s backpacks.