She said it was Dracen who had called. He wanted to remind me that he wanted to stay after school to dissect frogs which I had indeed forgotten all about. It was a "reward" for those students who attended the Science Academy whether or not they actually completed a project or not.
Dracen did not because I'm not one of those parents who goes all gung ho crazy over completing an optional science project for my third grader and seeing as how Dracen is a free spirit who most of the time (as Charlie would say) doesn't care which way the wind blows, it just never happened. His intentions were good though and had it not been optional I would have been on him like white on rice to get it done but I have enough battles to fight around here as it is and I really just didn't have the energy to take on one for extra credit.
I told her that was fine and went on back in to class to discover that I had missed the entire much-needed backside toning series and when I got home there was a message from Dracen on the machine (because he'd called the house first) telling me that he would be staying after school to "digest" frogs.
And when I picked him up at 3:30, he went on and on about how cool it was and informed me, very proud-like, that he "accidentally" cut the frog's leg off. Ugh. I can still recall the smell of the frogs, fetal pigs, earth worms and various other preserved creatures I had to dissect in high school and college and I can assure you, I never once thought of any of it as a reward.
The first one was a frog in 10th grade Biology class and I will never forget, as I told Dracen yesterday, the orange/yellowish stuff inside that frog that the teacher said was fat tissue and that reminded me of my all-time favorite food, Kraft macaroni and cheese, and how, for the longest time, I could not eat it without thinking about frog guts.
He did not understand in the least how I could be grossed out by something so utterly fascinating and when Charlie got home from work he started in about the frogs again, announcing that he had digested one today and wanted to know if Charlie had ever had the privilege of digesting one himself which turned the conversation to digesting, as in really digesting, frog legs.
And that's when I blacked out...
Oh . . Thank goodness. I was really afraid when I saw the title of this. Amelia also thought it was the coolest thing ever. I, like you, was never that enthused. Guess we should've gotten an earlier start.
ReplyDeleteOh that would be my son!!! Holy cow, how horrible!! I don't think any of us can get that nasty smell of formaldehyde from biology class. Oh so gross!!!
ReplyDeleteLove this! I too had to "digest" frogs in middle school. Not my fave! Thanks for sharing. =)
ReplyDeleteLol about digest :-) I could not stand dissecting frogs. Ugg I had a lab partner when I was in 10th grade who did most of the work. You are right I can still recall the smell of formaldehyde (yuck).
ReplyDeleteTo this very day, that yucky smell from dissecting frogs in Biology class still lingers in my nose. BLECH!
ReplyDeleteI too think about all of those poor frogs hobbling around on crutches
ReplyDeleteBoys just typically love that stuff. I know I did.
ReplyDeleteFrog legs are pretty good. Taste like chicken. Just not much meat on the bone.
That's great! I'm dreading a call from the school during my pilates class too....hope it never comes.
ReplyDeleteYuk. Cute that your son called it "digesting".
ReplyDeleteMy memory of dissecting frogs in biology class is this: we teamed up in twos. No one wanted to be paired up with this one particular girl, who was an honor roll student. I gladly teamed up with her, because there was no way I was gonna cut up that frog. But I knew SHE would, because she wanted that "A"!
My Uncle used to send us down to the pond when we were around 7 or 8 and have us catch frogs. He said who ever got the biggest ones and brought them to him was the winner.
ReplyDeleteWinner, winner, frog leg dinner.
Seriously. I never caught another frog again.
Ick. I could never try frog legs. I'd gag.
ReplyDeleteWhen you started talking about the smell, I knew instantly what it was. It was absolutely putrid!
ReplyDeleteWe did earthworms, then frogs, then pigs and all of it was so wrong.
digesting frogs: awesome. I, too, hated those days when we had to digest frogs, pigs etc. And the advanced class got to do a shark. And I inadvertanly held the eyes. Good times.
ReplyDeleteI remember working on frogs in high school. The room smelled terrible.
ReplyDeleteI totally smell that smell right now:)
ReplyDeleteUGH!
When my ex and I were at the Community College and he was taking all his advanced, "Im going to be a scientist" classes, he brought me into the lab freezer to show me how his cat looked like my cat... and he wondered why I was upset... and I married him anyway. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteI was so facsinated with that stuff too. Although I could never bring myself to actually cut the thing. But I watched in awe of how awesome it was.
ReplyDeleteWe also did a cow eyeball.
And when I was training to be an ER nurse, I intubated a ferret.