We have yet another rodent in the classroom. A bold-as-brass, golden-brown field mouse moved in last Friday. He lays low in the mornings (perhaps he's a late sleeper), but by afternoon he's scurrying around the classroom like he owns the place. Try teaching a lesson on the regions of California to a class of 4th graders with a mouse scampering along the wall. I can not compete with that. By yesterday afternoon, after completely losing the classes's attention, I stopped and just leaned back against the whiteboard, utterly defeated. The children finally looked back at me and began to feel sorry for their poor teacher who'd been upstaged by a mouse.
The class wants to catch him in an empty soup can (?) and keep him as a pet. This morning I snuck in two traps, a piece of orange cheese and some roasted soybeans as bait. Joe, the custodian, hasn't set them yet, but there is no sign of the mouse today -- perhaps he took the hint and moved out. I hope so.
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