Mouse trap. Or, never trust a teacher.

Oh, I shouldn't share this, but I found it so amusing I can't help myself.
I rushed home today at 2:50 to change for the teacher-student volleyball game (we won, btw). I had a student meeting me at 3:00, another meeting at 3:15 and volleyball at 3:30, so I was rushed for time. Just as I walk out into the kitchen, I hear a scratching noise. 'oh no', I think, 'we've caught the mouse'.
Now, I'm really excited about catching the mouse, it's been worrisome having an unwanted house guest around. But the traps are glue traps so it means that if we do catch a mouse, it will be alive for a while, struggling. That's not O.K. I have no problem with killing mice, all things must die, but I do have a problem with prolonging suffering for any one. So I walked over and sure enough, a little mouse was franticly scrambling around the floor, dragging the trap behind him. (this ends well for the mouse, don't worry) I scooped him up in a can and, using the trap as a lid, walked out the door. What the heck am I going to do now? I have too many meetings to take the time to drown the thing, I don't know enough kreyol to ask the guards to take care of it, and I don't want to release it near the apartments. Then I saw two of my twelfth grade students walking towards me. Let's just say these two guys are leaders at the school. They dominate socially, in sports and are often talking too much in class. Perfect. I walk over to them and hand them the can. They are understandably suspicious, but it's when I flick the can so that the mouse drops out that the beauty occurs. I hadn't really thought through what I was going to do, so the mouse jumping out at the boys was startling to me as well. But oh, the sound those two soon-to-be- men made. In a matter of seconds they had put the distance of half a football field between us, screaming at the top of their lungs. They stood there, yelling at me, twitching and shaking,  while I doubled over. I might have broken their trust forever, but the look on their faces... priceless.  (both of them have since spoken to me, socially, so I know there is no permanent scarring. just maybe payback.) I guess the ultimate winner is the mouse. He escaped into the bushes to live another day. The End.