Here's a little tide over tail for all those hungry kiwi's
B.J (accidentally) murders a little girl's pet butterfly.
So my mother is one of those people is like weirdly, super into butterflies, but like, only on a purely scientific level. She's not the kind of woman who collects glass butterflies and wears those hideous
the mountain Caterpillar sweatshirts -no, that would be bearable at least. She's the kind of nut who gets out of her car in moving traffic to photograph moths, or will set up these strange blair-witch looking stick "habitats" to attract monarchs into our yard. She probably has more pictures of butterflies in her phone than there are species of butterflies in the world. She's just crazy for them. I love my mother. She's the bestest.
One of her great joys in life is hatching, raising, and releasing monarch butterflies with her third grade class. It's a pretty neat project. Each child gets a caterpillar to raise, and then when the butterflies have matured, the class marches to the park and has a releasing party. The kids just adore it.
Now, as part of B.J's student teaching program, he was supposed to plan and teach a lesson that could be integrated with a teacher's current curriculum. B. J wasn't into it. Write out a detailed lesson with activities, instruction time, and core learning? Nope. Not when there's WoW to be played. He didn't turn in the lesson. My mother should have failed him, but she felt bad (Mama! For shame! You know better!) and told him he could co-lead a science lab session with the school's science teacher, since that science teacher was also a participating in the Student Teacher education program. My mother didn't actually accompany them to the science lab. She had some kind of meeting, I don't remeber what and it's not important to the story, so whatever! Of course, had she attended the lesson, the INCIDENT would never have occurred.
The children brought their butterflies into the science lab for one final observation before the releasing ceremony. I don't know the exact specifics of what led up to this, but somehow B.J assumed control of the lesson and decided that the children should have an up close look at the wings of a butterfly. The science lab was equipped with one of those super nifty USB microscopes that could project the slide's images to a smartboard/ projector screen. So of course, instead of using one of the sample slides or to-scale models, B.J just had to get his hands on that super cool USB microscope. He took of of the LIVE BUTTERFLIES from a child and squished the poor thing between to slides. Guess what happens you press a live butterfly between two glass slides? Yup. You guessed it. They die. They super, super die.
The microscope's lenses was covered in smushed butterfly guts. Fortunately B.J is terrible at science and failed to turn the microscope's back light on, so the children were spared from seeing the butterfly goo projected all over the classroom. (the kids in the front could def see dead butterfly all flattened and mooshed between the slides, though) They did however, see a blurry mess of what they THOUGHT were butterfly guts, and began screaming.
The butterfly that B.J had murdered happened to belong to a sweet little girl I'll call Snow White, because of her super pale skin and cute bobbed hair. Snow White was a sensitive child who cried easily and had trouble making friends because she was so painfully shy. Poor little Snow White sobbed so hard over her murdered butterfly that she actually had to be sent home early. B.J, of course, denied played innocent and claimed no one had told him he couldn't use the live specimens under the microscope....
My mama requested B.J be removed from her classroom after this, but of course, there was no need. B.J managed to pull another royal fuck up before a second placement could even be found and got himself fired.
And that is the story of how B.J murdered a butterfly.
These stories are super hard for me to write because it's all second hand, but I'm trying my best :/
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