There once was a little spider. He wasn’t much larger than the tip of my thumb. Now this litter spider got lost one day and he found himself out of the great wild and into a kindergarten classroom.
Around ten o’clock this morning a little boys left the bathroom and announced to the whole class (19 kindergarteners) that there was a spider in the bathroom. Of course I heard him say this but my overall disgust and fear of the kindergarten classroom bathroom (trust me it’s gross) prevented me from stepping in and killing the spider on the spot. FIRST MISTAKE!! Never ever ever leave a spider alive in a room of 19 six year olds. You can thank me later.
Before I knew what was happening a mob of little kids stormed towards the bathroom. Four little girls erupted into sobs. Under the sound of tears and gasping for breath whispers about the danger of the spider began. “Is it poisonous?!?!”, “I think it’s a daddy long leg.”, “IT’S HUGE!!”. Bracing the madness I headed to the bathroom. Yes the scary, dreaded kindergarten bathroom. I went in and guess what I found. Nothing. I couldn’t find the spider. I looked and looked. It was nowhere in site. Now we were just left with crying children living in fear of the spider.
Who would have guessed one little tiny spider could cause that much drama?